Made for Autumn
Twas a lovely fallFrom grace to grace
A most poignant call
From place to place
Walking through wood lots
Showered in gold
And in other spots
By reds so bold
Twas made for autumn
This place and I
Of maple column
And vaulted sky
Made for Autumn
Twas a lovely fallbforibus commented on Made for Autumn
10-21-2009
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10-18-2009
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10-16-2009
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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