Autumn can be glorious but menacing too – the long shadows, brisk winds, scurrying leaves, impending frost. Help us to share this great article. Your friends will appreciate it! 0shares Facebook0 Twitter0 Pinterest0 LinkedIn0 Flipboard Tumblr0 Mix
Cats, no less liquid than their shadows, offer no angles to the wind. They slip, diminished, neat, through loopholes less than themselves. Help us to share this great article. Your friends will appreciate it! 0shares Facebook0 Twitter0 Pinterest0 LinkedIn0 Flipboard Tumblr0 Mix
Tis spring; come out to ramble The hilly brakes around, For under thorn and bramble About the hollow ground The primroses are found. And there’s the windflower chilly With all the winds at play, And there’s the Lenten lily That has not long to stay And dies on Easter day. Help us to share this great article. Your friends will appreciate it! 0shares Facebook0 Twitter0 Pinterest0 LinkedIn0 Flipboard Tumblr0 Mix
There, like the wind through woods in riot, There, like the wind through woods in riot, Through him the gale of life blew high; The tree of man was never quiet: Then ’twas the Roman, now ’tis I. Help us to share this great article. Your friends will appreciate it! 0shares Facebook0 Twitter0 Pinterest0 LinkedIn0 Flipboard Tumblr0 Mix
On Wenlock Edge the wood’s in trouble;His forest fleece the Wrekin heaves;The wind it plies the saplings double, And thick on Severn snow the leaves. Help us to share this great article. Your friends will appreciate it! 0shares Facebook0 Twitter0 Pinterest0 LinkedIn0 Flipboard Tumblr0 Mix
Dim loneliness came imperceivably into the fields and he turned back. The birds piped oddly; some wind was caressing the higher foliage, turning it all one way, the way home. Telegraph poles ahead looked like half-used pencils; the small cross on the steeple glittered with a sharp and shapely permanence.+ Help us to share this great article. Your friends will appreciate it! 0shares Facebook0 Twitter0 Pinterest0 LinkedIn0 Flipboard Tumblr0 Mix
