Saturday, 2 January 2016

Crocheting the October Sky

October 2015

October
Across the land a faint blue veil of mist
Seems hung; the woods wear yet arrayment sober
Till frost shall make them flame; silent and whist
The drooping cherry orchard of October
Like mournful pennons hang their shrivelling leaves
Russet and orange: all things now decay;
Long since ye garnered in your autumn sheaves,
And sad the robins pipe at set of day.

Now do ye dream of Spring when greening shaws
Confer with the shrewd breezes and of slopes
Flower-kirtled and of April virgin guest;
Days that ye love despite their windy flaws,
Since they are woven with all joys and hopes
Whereof ye nevermore shall be possessed.
~ Siegfried Sassoon






Grandma Snyder

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