It's true that I am inspired by nature. Closer observation of the world has changed my perception for I now see each season for its beauty, not any negative components. In doing so, I embrace the word believe as a powerful way to think positively and find possibilities in life's landscapes.
Tonight during the #G2Great educational chat, I was excited to read a quote from poet Georgia Heard that resonated with me.
This led me to start wondering about the gift of writing.
I searched for a poem that would describe the beauty of October as I saw it this week in my travels.
I searched for a poem that would describe the beauty of October as I saw it this week in my travels.
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| Vintage book dated 1928 |
Home Thoughts
October in New England,
And I not there to see
The glamour of the goldenrod,
The flame of the maple tree!
And I not there to see
The glamour of the goldenrod,
The flame of the maple tree!
October in my own land. . . .
I know what glory fills
The mountains of New Hampshire
And Massachusetts hills.
I know what glory fills
The mountains of New Hampshire
And Massachusetts hills.
I know what hues of opal
Rhode Island breezes fan,
And how Connecticut puts on
Colors of Hindustan.
Rhode Island breezes fan,
And how Connecticut puts on
Colors of Hindustan.
Vermont, in robes of splendor,
Sings with the woods of Maine
Alternate hallelujahs
Of gold and crimson stain.
Sings with the woods of Maine
Alternate hallelujahs
Of gold and crimson stain.
You can read the rest of the poem that takes on a bit of a different tone here.
Below is a photo collage from the day trip I took with my family to find fall. We were fortunate to witness the beauty of an Indian Summer day with autumn colors popping. Each time I am captivated by the beauty of nature, I am inspired to write.
Join me this season as I capture the beauty of the fall for the Autumnventure Gallery.
Today is Poetry Friday, please visit Tricia Stohr-Hunt's site, The Miss Rumphius Effect, for the Poetry Round-Up.
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