Just the still melancholy that I love--
that makes life and nature harmonise.
The birds are consulting about their migrations,
the trees are putting on
the hectic or the pallid hues of decay,
and begin to strew the ground,
that one's very footsteps may not disturb
the repose of earth and air,
while they give us a scent
that is a perfect anodyne to the restless spirit.
Delicious autumn!
My very soul is wedded to it,
and if I were a bird
I would fly about the earth
seeking the successive autumns."
~ George Eliot ~
from a Letter to Miss Lewis, Oct. 1st, 1841
"In the village store someone says,
'I heard the geese go over,'
and there is a moment of silence.
Why this is so moving, I do not know.
But all of us feel it.
~ Gladys Taber ~
"Birds of a Feather"
by Charley Harper
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