Thursday, September 19, 2013

Almost there

The moon now rises to her absolute rule,
And the husbandman and hunter
Acknowledge her for their mistress.
Asters and golden reign in the fields
And the life everlasting withers not.
The fields are reaped and shorn of their pride
But an inward verdure still crowns them;
The thistle scatters its down on the pool
And yellow leaves clothe the river—
And nought disturbs the serious life of men.

~ Henry David Thoreau*

Photo by Maria Browning. Click on the image to enlarge it.

*The rest of the poem is here.

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