The Dogs of Fall

Because I feel guilty for not blogging for a few days - seriously - I have nothing to say.  *GASP*  Can you believe it?  Really.

Mind you, I am not speechless - just ask my husband - his ears are still ringing from earlier this evening.  I am just a wee bit stressed out.  I have been sick &  we are still anxiously awaiting the arrival of our first grandbaby.  I believe my daughter  is holding her hostage.  The baby was due yesterday.  I could spew a bunch of stuff about how as a child she was late for EVERYTHING.  But I won't, because it would be my fault...since she was even late being born herself. 

Since I have a some doggy autum leaves shots to share and I am unable to string together more than a few coherent sentences -  I am taking the easy way out and sharing a favorite poem of mine about Autumn.

Enjoy!

Merry Autumn

It's all a farce,—these tales they tell

About the breezes sighing,

And moans astir o'er field and dell,

Because the year is dying.

Such principles are most absurd,—

I care not who first taught 'em;

There's nothing known to beast or bird

To make a solemn autumn.

In solemn times, when grief holds sway

With countenance distressing,

You'll note the more of black and gray

Will then be used in dressing.

Now purple tints are all around;

The sky is blue and mellow;

And e'en the grasses turn the ground

From modest green to yellow.

The seed burs all with laughter crack

On featherweed and jimson;

And leaves that should be dressed in black

Are all decked out in crimson.

A butterfly goes winging by;

A singing bird comes after;

And Nature, all from earth to sky,

Is bubbling o'er with laughter.

The ripples wimple on the rills,

Like sparkling little lasses;

The sunlight runs along the hills,

And laughs among the grasses.

The earth is just so full of fun

It really can't contain it;

And streams of mirth so freely run

The heavens seem to rain it.

Don't talk to me of solemn days

In autumn's time of splendor,

Because the sun shows fewer rays,

And these grow slant and slender.

 

Why, it's the climax of the year,—

The highest time of living!—

Till naturally its bursting cheer

Just melts into thanksgiving. 

~Paul Laurence Dunbar