I cried over beautiful thingsknowing no beautiful thing lasts.
The field of cornflower yellow is a scarfat the neck of the copper sunburned woman,
the mother of the year, the taker of seeds.
The northwest wind comesand the yellow is torn full of holes,
new beautiful things comein the first spit of snow on the northwest wind,
and the old things go, not one lasts.
Autumn Movementby Carl Sandburg
Photographed
in Vienna's City Park
around noon on a splendid November day
17 November 2011
Images © by Merisi
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Glorious captures of the season, Merisi, and the perfect words from Sandburg!! How gorgeous it is!! Enjoy what's left of your weekend and thanks for sharing the beauty!
ReplyDeleteFantastic ! Very beautiful, a real poetry...
ReplyDeleteThank you Merisi
How very beautiful are your photos and the verse! Thank you for sharing this beauty! xx
ReplyDeleteLana got a lot of bird pics on our walk today.
ReplyDeleteLovely photos of autumn colours !
ReplyDeleteThe park is wonderful !
Thank you for sharing this !
Olympia
I agree with all the comments. This a perfect post-verse and images, especially the birds in flight.
ReplyDeleteWe really enjoyed the Stadtpark when we were there in May.
I would like to take a walk there.
ReplyDeleteFragile, fleeting beauty, you capture it so well.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, though oh so sad words, accompanied by perfect golden photos.
ReplyDeleteNo time no see.
Good to be back!
How wonderful, Merisi! I would really enjoy taking a nice long walk there. Such beauty!
ReplyDeleteThis series looks like a set of water colours. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteSuch beautiful photos!
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