From September’s lush glow to its bare truths in October

48. September’s Suspension, October’s Truth: As Autumn deepens

The trees are in their autumn beauty,The woodland paths are dry,Under the October twilight the waterMirrors a still sky;Upon the brimming water among the stonesAre nine-and-fifty swans. The nineteenth autumn has come upon meSince I first made my count;I saw, before I had well finished,All suddenly mountAnd scatter wheeling in great broken ringsUpon their clamorousContinue reading “48. September’s Suspension, October’s Truth: As Autumn deepens”