Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Autumn fire...

I came home from work today as the autumnal sun bathed this tree in her golden light.
I couldn't help myself. 
I grabbed my camera and tried to capture the beauty of the moment...

by: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)

Thou comest, Autumn, heralded by the rain,
With banners, by great gales incessant fanned,
Brighter than the brightest silks of Samarcand,
And stately oxen harnessed by the wain!
Thou standest, like imperial Charlemagne,
Upon thy bridge of gold; thy royal hand
Outstretched with benedictions o'er the land,
Blessing the farms through all thy vast domain.
Thy shield is the red harvest moon, suspended
So long beneath the heaven's o'erhanging eaves,
Thy steps are by the farmer's prayers attended;
Like flames upon an altar shine the sheaves;
And, following thee, in thy ovation splendid,
Thine almoner, the wind, scatters the golden leaves!

And now for just a few more photos...