Friday, October 13, 2006

From flower to fruit

How innocent were these Trees, that in
Mist-green May, blown by a prospering breeze,
Stood garlanded and gay;

Who now in sundown glow
Of serious colour clad confront me with their show
As though resigned and sad,Trees, who unwhispering stand umber, bronze, gold;
Pavilioning the land for one grown tired and old;

Elm, chestnut, aspen and pine, I am merged in you
Who tell once more in tones of time,
Your foliaged farewell.

- Siegfried Sassoon, October Trees


Ruth said...

Lovely photos. Knowing the author for his descriptive war poems, I think this graceful verse is full of hidden meaning. Nature is an allegory for all aspects of life.

Susan Gets Native said...

Wow. How is that poets use the same language as us, but can arrange the words that paint pictures on the page?
That poem really hit me. Thanks for putting it up.

silverlight said...

Dogwood. I like them too. The wild ones here are white.
I was surprised when i first saw an ornamental in pink after I moved south.

TDharma said...

lovely, lovely, lovely! Thank you!

Pam in Tucson said...

Lovely dogwood photos - great sequence. Perfect poem. Thanks for a great start to the weekend.

robin andrea said...

That's so beautiful, laura. The photogrpahs and poem work so well together. Really lovely.

Lynne said...

Oh, so pretty. Thank you Laura!

threecollie said...

Great photos!