….wild is the wind…creative freedom is the seed….
19 Nov 2012, Took another walk a few weeks later and look at how the colours/textures had changed! It makes me think of that weird little Charles Dickens poem…but then again…we used to just childishly laugh about the “gayest of the year”….must be roolly gay! lol.
Merry Autumn Days
By Charles Dickens
‘Tis pleasant on a fine spring morn
To see the buds expand,.
‘Tis pleasant in the summer time
To see the fruitful land;
‘Tis pleasant on a winter’s night
To sit around the blaze,
But what are joys like these, my boys,
To merry autumn days!
We hail the merry Autumn days,
When leaves are turning red;
Because they’re far more beautiful
Than anyone has said,
We hail the merry harvest time,
The gayest of the year;
The time of rich and bounteous crops,
Rejoicing and good cheer.