but it is too young.
I like summer,
but it is too proud.
So I like best of all
autumn,
because its tone is mellower,
its colours are richer,
and it is tinged
with a little sorrow.
Its golden richness
speaks not
of the innocence of spring,
nor the power of summer,
but of the mellowness
and kindly wisdom
of approaching age.
It knows
the limitations of life
and its content.
3 comments:
Great imagery in this one! Thaks for sharing!
I like this. Especially the contentness of autumn.
Well, I wrote about how much I love winter today, Carol, but Autumn is the sweetest, with the color & the hint of briskness. I love those final lines, "It knows the limitations of life and its content." Thanks!
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