Its cold, it's so windy
I go about dangling alone
Do they think, I am easy?
And to such gusts prone?
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Yes, I believe leaves whisper to each other. Life's phases and nature are here in the same queue.Loved it too.
I just love it and when the leave dangling to each other its like a sweet talk that ever mean to the both..lovely write and i loved it_Soul
I just love it and when the leave dangling to each other its like a sweet talk that ever mean to the both..lovely write and i loved it_Soul
I just love it and when the leave dangling to each other its like a sweet talk that ever mean to the both..lovely write and i loved it_Soul
Autumn Leaves! ! ! An ode on a season, a celebrated & much debated topic in the poetry of all climes & cultures...sometimes taken as the season of barrenness if discussed as a foil for Spring, this is the misconception that compels Keats to ask the question: Where are the songs of spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, Thou hast thy music too... Ode To Autumn by Keats Autumn poems are usually noted for their imagery lucid composition, descriptive & picturesque, a loud appeal to the senses...life's colors...earthy hues....beautiful really.Here the last stanza is arresting having the same appeal we see in Auguries of Innocence by Blake: Joy & Woe are woven fine, A Clothing for the Soul divine; Under every grief & pine Runs a joy with silken twine. a lovely nature verse! ! !
with drifting leaves, thoughts drift too...a lovely description