shaken out from tree and hill:
i had walked on at the wind's will, -
i sat now for the wind was still."
dante gabriel rosetti
autumn's inexorable progress can be measured in the quickly thinning trees whose multi-coloured food processors are scattered by the wind which blows with a chill about it every day now. soon the leaves will all be gone and hidden under snow, returning to the ground as food for the spring. in the meantime we get to enjoy their decayed beauty . . . "a sweet disorder in the dress
kindles in clothes a wantonness."
excerpted from robert herrick's "delight in disorder"
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