A bit melancholy, aren’t they, these November days?
I’m going to do it again, sending you back to revisit anearlier November post on Edna St. Vincent Millay’s lovely sonnet meditating on autumn’s tranquility.
A bit melancholy, aren’t they, these November days?
I’m going to do it again, sending you back to revisit anearlier November post on Edna St. Vincent Millay’s lovely sonnet meditating on autumn’s tranquility.
I clicked back there and reread the poem. Such loveliness, and your analysis once again a perfect accompaniment.
Isn't it a great poem for this time of year?!
But there's a kind of sweetness in the melancholy, isn't there? What a beautifully evocative photo.
I think that's always the danger of melancholy, is just how sweet it can be. . . . all those Romantics thought so!
And again, I thank you. I am so pleased to have been reminded.
You're welcome, Marsha!
Only the gray days make me melancholy. Your photo is perfect.
Plenty of grey here right now, Debbi — we're wrapped in it, and it's wet!!
Sometimes I just stop and gaze at your photo scenes and calm my spirit. Thank you.