GARDEN BLOGGERS' MUSE DAY

Autumn

Let us go and gather grapes in the vineyard for the winepress and keep the wine in old vases as the spirit keeps knowledge of the ages in eternal vessels.

Let us return to our dwelling for the wind has caused the yellow leaves to fall and shroud the withering flowers that whisper elegy to Summer.

Come home, my eternal sweetheart for the birds have made pilgrimage
to warmth and lest the chilled prairies suffering pangs of solitude.

The jasmine and myrtle have no more tears. Let us retreat for the tired brook has ceased its song and the bubblesome springs are drained of their copious weeping and their cautious old hills have stored away their colorful garments.

Come, my beloved. Nature is just weary and is bidding her enthusiasm farewell
with quiet and contented melody .

-Khalil Gibran