Wednesday, December 2, 2009

A Poem

My sorrow, when she's here with me,
Thinks these dark days of autumn rain
Are beautiful as days can be;
She loves the bare, the withered tree;
She walks the sodden pasture lane. R. Frost
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Chef E said...

Are we on the same brain wave or what? I have another one I am putting up Monday, so how about we call it Muse Mondays? We will link to each other when we do it?

This is beautiful, I cannot help but words come to mind when I look at photos like this, and the rain begins...or should I say flood!

Eve said...

One of my mom's favorite poets! Thanks Farmlady! A perfect photo got go with it!

Eve said...

Oh and that new header is OUTSTANDING!!!! Looks like here!!!

LV said...

Beautiful picture and a perfect verse for it. No cooking for today? I let you off once. Take care.

Jo said...

Beautiful poem Elly Mae. You are one that seems to post just what I am in need of hearing at just the right time. It has been a rough summer. The Dr found a tumor on Mel's uterus and is doing an exploratory surgery the 14th of this month. She is doing such a good job of being strong for her little family. I am hoping and praying that all will be alright. She is Chris and the kids world. Love ya Elly Mae.

Madeline's Album said...

Wonderful photo and beautiful poem. Have a great day. Madeline

Karen Deborah said...

love the picture hope your not sad, but if you are--here is a virtual hug.
yeah I know I like mine better with some umph to it.

Barbee' said...

I had never read that one of Frost's, thank you, and for the poignant photo.