Carl Sandburg (1878 - 1967)




Autumn Movement


I cried over beautiful things knowing no beautiful thing lasts.

The field of cornflower yellow is a scarf at the neck of the copper sunburned woman, the mother of the year, the taker of seeds.

The northwest wind comes and the yellow is torn full of holes, new beautiful things come in the first spit of snow on the northwest wind, and the old things go, not one lasts.


HT: Steph








Comments

stephseef said…
i stole it from melinda sue. and it still makes me cry.

happy thanksgiving, my dear, dear friend. you are loved.

stephie

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