gaudium #999,000

Morning walk up the canyon.

excerpts from Autumn, by John Clare (1821)

And I do love the varied hue,

And I do love the browning plain;

And I do love each scene to view,

That’s mark’d with beauties of her reign.

I love the year’s decline, and love

Through rustling yellow shades to range,

O’er stubble land, ’neath willow grove,

To pause upon each varied change:

For every leaf, that twirls the breeze,

May useful hints and lessons give;

The falling leaves and fading trees

Will teach and caution us to live.