To the Coming of Autumn in Ballina
The west wind blows the wet away and sings you in, soft Autumn. So, hum your Southern strains on murmured …
The west wind blows the wet away and sings you in, soft Autumn. So, hum your Southern strains on murmured …
“Bring back the singing and the scent of meadowlands at dewy prime; – Oh, bring again my hearts content, ‘Thou …
I’m planting daffodils today though autumn leaves are on the ground; while nights grow colder on the lea, the squirrel’s …
Sweetness in Amber Sweetness of the autumn days savored, tucked under my tongue to melt to oak-gold shadows– Wind-cleansed, rain-shined, …