it's been snowing here yesterday and the night before. Today's one of those cloudless Montana days, dead gone blue. 48 degrees on the porch. By noon it will be warm enough to go outside.
I was sitting around yesterday wondering why I always write poems in the fall about fall and thought I was getting loaded up with them.
On the other hand maybe I should write enough to make a book. I could call it Leaves in a Book.
i have been scrubbing the house. It turns into a wreck during the summer.
I should like to know where to put everything. The despicable American Stuff is everywhere.
Lately I've discovered you can go to Amazon books and surf the used book section and that is how I got the rose book by Grayam Stuart Thomas for 8 bucks including shipping.
The challenge is to get something quite nice for next to nothing and limit the junk everywhere.
Yes, the new book pile is going up and up.
Here's another Rossetti poem to remind us that there's always going to be another spring.

Here is a link that might be useful: Rose

Madspinner--lovely sentiments. I have not read poetry much lately and now I will have to seek out works by Christina Rossetti. Thank you for posting.

These are both wonderful. Thanks so much.

What beautiful poems, thanks for sharing.

**To Autumn's languid sun and rain
**When all the world is on the wane!

I'm waiting for the rain to begin, the sun to languish and for this summer to wane...and I enjoyed reading both of these. Thanks for posting.

We learned many Christina Rossetti poems when I was in elementary school(early 1960's). Alas, I think memorizing poems is not deemed important today because poetry isn't on the $#^& standardized tests! Buff

You can tell that Christina was a rose gardener, while Thomas Moore ('The Last Rose of Summer') wasn't.

Beautiful, thanks for sharing.

valerie