Sunday, October 7, 2018

Misty Autumn Morn




 
I Saw old Autumn in the misty morn
Stand shadowless like Silence, listening
To silence, for no lonely bird would sing
Into his hollow ear from woods forlorn,
Nor lowly hedge nor solitary thorn;—
Shaking his languid locks all dewy bright
With tangled gossamer that fell by night,
Pearling his coronet of golden corn.  

~ Thomas Hood : Autumn (1798-1845)

7 comments:

~Kim at Golden Pines~ said...

I've noticed the same mist in the air. That change of seasons is perfectly said in the verse and picture!!

It's.a.crazy.world said...

Lovely photo and poem!

DJan said...

Beautiful, Jo. Thank you. :-)

Claire said...

I enjoy your blog so much. It helps me get my England fix along with my favorite shows--Father Brown (the newer ones with Mark Williams as Father Brown), Rosemary & Thyme, Midsummer Murders, any version of Miss Marple, and just about all of the comedies! I watched Mrs. Miniver yesterday. Loved it for about the 20th time. Oh, and The Ghost and Mrs. Muir! Wonderful. I would love to visit England but a severe case of claustrophobia would prevent me from making that long flight. Too bad they can't pull over and let us get out and stretch every couple of hours. I read your blog and enjoy your photos thinking I bet England looks a lot like this!

Kathy said...

Lovely picture. I'd love to be walking out in that field in the early morning mist.

L. D. said...

We have been having that damp weather with all the fog. Our farmers planted early in spring and some of it has already been picked.

Janet @ My Miniature Donkeys said...

You never fail to dazzle me with your photography.