Gold and rust and shades of red—shimmering imitations of reality reflected in a pond. Trees dressed in autumn colors from various back roads of New Hampshire and ‘round about the dusty mountain trails of Colorado.
Enjoy the photo and Kilmer’s oft-quoted poem about trees. . . .
Trees
Joyce Kilmer, 1886–1918
I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against the sweet earth’s flowing breast. A tree that looks at God all day, And lifts her leafy arms to pray. A tree that may in summer wear A nest of robins in her hair; Upon whose bosom snow has lain Who intimately lives with rain. Poems are made by fools like me, But only God can make a tree. |
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Beautiful!
I love that poem and it sure fits well with the beautiful picture of those autumn trees shining in the pond!
El
The gorgeous autumn pictures bring back many memories growing up in Ohio. The trees always looked like a bowl of Trix. Thanks for sharing you beautiful, talented friend! C Morris