"Summer's glory lies in ruins --- for the forest is afire --- Richly glows the crimson light on burnished dome and golden spire. Towers of jade collapse and rumble: walls of amber crack and crash. Leafy cities of the woodland fall in clouds of dust and ash.
Rafters of the green cathedrals --- roofs of beechen colonnades --- Hang in charred and burning beams across the blue and smoky glades. . . But Nature's unseen architects will work in silence day and night --- to build the mansions of the Spring upon this red and ruined site."
~ Poem ~ Patience Strong ~
~ Photo ~ Our cabin-neighbor's grandsons ~
Beautiful poem! Have never read it before...ReplyDelete
Somebody has some cute grandsons.
Lovely poem and I'm glad I've moved to a part of the country where I can understand it better. Those boys look like they are enjoying themselves!ReplyDelete
I do love this poem. It exemplifies that colors of the season so well that they just dance in my mind with exuberance.ReplyDelete