the colors in the photograph are wonderful. that deep red! it’s interesting that autumn is seen as a respite from “hectic Summer.” but i think for many people autumn is their favorite season. we are hoping for a bit of rain tomorrow which might help quell some of the forest fires here in California. we desperately need the moisture.
Thank you, and yes, I, too, love Autumn in all its colors and moods. ๐ We, here in the northeast, have been suffering from too little rain, as well; no one has mentioned the official “D” word (drought), and it certainly doesn’t compare to California’s, but it is, nonetheless, unsettling. I don’t personally understand our collective obsession with “beautiful sunny days!”, as if rain were among those four-letter words we’re not supposed to utter beyond a close-knit circle of friends. I love rain. One of my favorite poems, by Beatrice Goldsmith, sums it up beautifully — do you know her? May I take up a great deal of space and place her poem here?
Rain, by Beatrice Goldsmith
Said Constance, with the rain deep in her hair
“This is spring cider — and the wind and I
Am drunk and crazy — oh my dear — ” her voice
Was full of rain and laughter, and her eyes
Were green and wild, “My dear
I have known other kinds rain —
Rain bouncing madly off my knees and toes
Into a lake to break its top like glass —
And then one day rain thin and good and gold
With the sun out — and rain
Upon a certain sultry night like steam
That silvered all the grass and choked my throat —
But this — ” her lashes, spangled black and wet,
Shot up and made her eyes like mad green stars —
“But this I tell you — ” and her hands were cupped
Like small pale blossoms, petals spilling cold
Withe wine, “It was for this
The wind and I were waiting — we and spring.”
I always need to catch my breath after reading that…!
Thank you for indulging me this space to share ๐
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the colors in the photograph are wonderful. that deep red! it’s interesting that autumn is seen as a respite from “hectic Summer.” but i think for many people autumn is their favorite season. we are hoping for a bit of rain tomorrow which might help quell some of the forest fires here in California. we desperately need the moisture.
Thank you, and yes, I, too, love Autumn in all its colors and moods. ๐ We, here in the northeast, have been suffering from too little rain, as well; no one has mentioned the official “D” word (drought), and it certainly doesn’t compare to California’s, but it is, nonetheless, unsettling. I don’t personally understand our collective obsession with “beautiful sunny days!”, as if rain were among those four-letter words we’re not supposed to utter beyond a close-knit circle of friends. I love rain. One of my favorite poems, by Beatrice Goldsmith, sums it up beautifully — do you know her? May I take up a great deal of space and place her poem here?
Rain, by Beatrice Goldsmith
Said Constance, with the rain deep in her hair
“This is spring cider — and the wind and I
Am drunk and crazy — oh my dear — ” her voice
Was full of rain and laughter, and her eyes
Were green and wild, “My dear
I have known other kinds rain —
Rain bouncing madly off my knees and toes
Into a lake to break its top like glass —
And then one day rain thin and good and gold
With the sun out — and rain
Upon a certain sultry night like steam
That silvered all the grass and choked my throat —
But this — ” her lashes, spangled black and wet,
Shot up and made her eyes like mad green stars —
“But this I tell you — ” and her hands were cupped
Like small pale blossoms, petals spilling cold
Withe wine, “It was for this
The wind and I were waiting — we and spring.”
I always need to catch my breath after reading that…!
Thank you for indulging me this space to share ๐
Thanks so much for providing this lovely poem and the introduction to a fine poet. And as I write this, we are having a rain shower!
Oh autumn, just beautiful ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐
We should sing songs to Autumn! ๐