from North Wind in October
In the golden glade the chestnuts are fallen all;
From the sered boughs of the oaks the acorns fall;
The beech scatters her ruddy fire;
The lime has stripped to the cold,
And standeth naked above her yellow attire;
The larch thinneth her spire
To lay the ways of the wood with cloth of gold.
Out of the golden green and white
of the brake the fir trees stand upright
In the forest of flame, and wave aloft
To the blue of heaven their blue-green tuftings soft.
Robert Bridges (1844-1930)
A walk in the woods
on a sunny day in mid-October
There is a bench hidden in the woods
by the side of the pond.
Despite the sunshine there is a chill in the air.
It's better if we move on; walking will warm us up.
We'll follow the small brook which feeds the pond.
On the other side of the path are these wonderful, mossy tree trunks
going up the hill.
We'll stay on the leaf-strewn path, although Benno
would be very happy to follow his nose uphill.
The sunlight creates pretty patterns,
the woods are thinning out.
We're getting back into pasture land;
there's a bank of manure lying by the hedge.
And here we are back in the open fields.
The winter wheat is coming along nicely.
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