September Hartley Coleridge The dark green Summer, with its massive hues, Fades into Autumn's tincture manifold. A gorgeous garniture of fire and gold The high slope of the ferny hill indues. The mists of morn in slumbering layers diffuse O'er glimmering rock, smooth lake, and spiked array Of hedge-row thorns, a unity of grey. All things appear their tangible form to lose In ghostly vastness. But anon the gloom Melts, as the Sun puts off his muddy veil; And now the birds their twittering songs resume, All Summer silent in the leafy dale. In Spring they piped of love on every tree, But now they sing the song of memory.
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Another amazing pairing. Thoughtful. : )
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Thank you Serendiptous. 🙂
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Your composition of art and poetry is really breathtaking. It gives an insight on the emotional aspect of the photographer.
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Very kind, thank you. 🙂
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Beautiful words and beautiful photos
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Beautiful comment, thanks. 🙂
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Beautiful
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Thank you Peach. 🙂
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