Everything sublime is as difficult as it is rare. Baruch Spinoza

Monday, September 29, 2025






WHIM WOOD - KATHERINE TOWERS

Into the coppery halls of beech and intricate oak to be close to the trees as they whisper together let fall their leaves, and we die for the winter.


 

4 comments:

The Happy Whisk said...

Excellent poem. Also this time of year is my jam. Outside again this morning watching the leaves fall all about. Just a delight. Happy New Week!

Boud said...

If you look close you can see next year's leaves getting ready! I like this.

Anonymous said...

Thank you, Sandra. I have not read this before it is beautiful and rings true.
Take Care,
Kaye

Val Ewing said...

Winter. It is coming and I am thinking about it.