Lo! I am come to autumn,
When all the leaves are gold;
Grey hairs and golden leaves cry out
The year and I are old.
...
Read full text
Simply superb conceptualization, in autumn when all the leaves are gold.! Thanks for sharing it here.
Fantastic poem.... In youth I sought the golden flower Hidden in wood or wold, But I am come to autumn, When all the leaves are gold.
it's a great expression now a great thing in the street Seems any human nod, Where shift in strange democracy The million masks of God..../// excellent poem penned