My November Guest...

My Sorrow, when she’s here with me,
Thinks these dark days of autumn rain
Are beautiful as days can be;
She loves the bare, the withered tree;
She walks the sodden pasture lane.
Her pleasure will not let me stay.
She talks and I am fain to list:
She’s glad the birds are gone away,
She’s glad her simple worsted gray
Is silver now with clinging mist.
The desolate, deserted trees,
The faded earth, the heavy sky,
The beauties she so truly sees,
She thinks I have no eye for these,
And vexes me for reason why.
Not yesterday I learned to know
The love of bare November days
Before the coming of the snow,
But it were vain to tell her so,
And they are better for her praise.

OK so it's not strictly November...yet. But Robert Frost's My November Guest pretty much sums up the love I have for this time of year - the drum of rain on the roof at night when tucked up in bed, crisp cold frosty days, hearty stews and steaming puddings, bracing walks amongst the trees, roaring log fires, wearing layer upon layer and thick woolly socks, the subtle light of the sun setting across a autumnal sky, misty mornings and frosty fields...there is so much about this season that makes me catch my breath, pause and wonder at the beauty of it all.

The road not taken...

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth.

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same.

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

Sorting through my things I came across this lovely poem by Robert Frost. I love the diversity and feelings his poems evoke. How is your Tuesday coming along? I'm finally feeling like I've settled into a rhythm of life here, am making connections, and I'm busy planning out the next few months, including a bit of travel, and perhaps some study. All of which is making me feel more sunshiny than a wee while ago - which can only be good! Have a happy Tuesday.