
“I am rich today with autumn’s gold,
All that my covetous hands can hold;
Frost-painted leaves and goldenrod,
A goldfinch on a milkweed pod,
Huge golden pumpkins in the field
With heaps of corn from a bounteous yield,
Golden apples heavy on the trees
Rivaling those of Hesperides,
Golden rays of balmy sunshine spread
Over all like butter on warm bread;
And the harvest moon will this night unfold
The streams running full of molten gold.
Oh, who could find a dearth of bliss
With autumn glory such as this!”
By Gladys Harper
Artist Abraham Hunter
Text and image source: Snowwolfs Woodland Nook https://www.facebook.com/531188960392510/posts/1704223173089077/
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Autumn is my favourite season.
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Perfect summation of this glorious season!
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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