“I saw old Autumn in the misty morn
Stand shadowless like silence, listening
To silence, for no lonely bird would sing
Into his hollow ear from woods forlorn,
Nor lowly hedge nor solitary thorn;
Shaking his languid locks all dewy bright
With tangled gossamer that fell by night,
Pearling his coronet of golden corn.”

~Thomas Hood, Autumn.

Photo: Misty morning, Kinnoull Hill, Woodland Park, Perthshire, Scotland, by Fergus Gill.

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