Tuesday, October 16, 2007

October Trees

How innocent were these Trees, that in
Mist-green May, blown by a prospering breeze,
Stood garlanded and gay;
Who now in sundown glow
Of serious color clad confront me with their show
As though resigned and sad,
Trees, who unwhispering stand umber, bronze, gold;
Pavilioning the land for one grown tired and old;
Elm, chestnut, aspen and pine, I am merged in you,
Who tell once more in tones of time,
Your foliaged farewell.

- Siegfried Sassoon


  1. I was in denial. Now I'm come to accept that autumn is here.....looking forward to spring!


  2. Siegfied Sassoon
    is one of my favourite poets. Along with Rupert Brooke, and others who wrote so beautifully during World War 1.
    He had an interesting life. I've added the link in case you are interested.

  3. Sorry Angela, I'm not sure it works..try this

  4. This is a lovley photo and I like the poem.

  5. i love the way the trees seem to come alive in the autumn, showing off in all their finery :) this is beautiful! xox