when summer's end is nighing
and skies at evening cloud
i muse on change and fortune
from hill and cloud and heaven
night welled through lane and hollow
and hushed the countryside
and i with earth and nightfall -
they came and were and are not
all words excerpted from a. e. housman's poem: when summer's end is nighing
15 comments:
Lovely evening photos Steven and a sweet excerpt from Houseman. A nice duet!
Noelle
The pink of night fall here is luscious, Steven. It harks to the end of summer. Thanks.
I love this poem with its unexpected turnings and simple clarity. Your photos are picture perfect. You are a master of mood, Steven.
Housman is a favourite with me too Steven. Yes, once school is back then summer is ending - hope your log pile is all ready.
I love that new header photo, Steven. As always, you have such a great and sentient eye for capturing these tiny masterpieces that surround us yet normally go unseen and unkown.
were that summer were nighing around here.
noelle thankyou. i love those evenings when the air gets a certain edge as it catches a space right between light and dark. steven
elisabeth - i notice the seasonal changes are reflected in the quality and colour of light. especially in the early morning and early evening. steven
hello richard! i feel a bit like im doing something wrong when i pick and choose phrases from the incredible writing of great writers. but it helps carry the space. steven
ha weaver - how did you know! the weather is / has changed and evenings are much cooler now. i wore long pants last week for the first time in five months. steven
lorenzo thanks i'm glad you like it also! my wish is to see with my writing as i do with my eyes. steven
ellen - i remember that same feeling here last summer. it's as if there is a big pile of unfinished work when summer doesn't happen as you'd wish. steven
whoa! did you just chuck a tin of bright paint into the sky? Well done I say!
linda sue, a rainy rainy day ending with sun pushing bravely through clouds in the west and the light - wlel beams of gold and washes of tangerine, salmon and deep pink! gifts!!!! steven
The sky in the first two pictures looks like something straight out of a Maxfield Parrish painting. I read once that his paint mixing formulas and techniques died with him, as he never wrote them down.
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