Painting in Denice's Journeying Journal... The Poem reads
The birds that sing on autumn eves
Among the golden-tinted leaves,
Are but the few that true remain
Of budding May's rejoicing train.
Like autumn flowers that brave the frost,
And make their show when hope is lost,
These 'mong the fruits and mellow scent
Mourn not the high sunned summer spent.
Their notes through all the jocund spring
Were mixed in merry musicking;
They sang for love the whole day long,
But now their love is all for song.
Now each hath perfected his lay
To praise the year that hastes away;
They sit on bough apart, and vie
In single songs and rich reply.
And oft as in the copse I hear
These anthems of the dying year.
The passions, once her peace that stole,
With flattering love my heart console.
By Robert Bridges
Hope Denice likes the picture and the words. The left page was covered with a serviette and the lady is wearing a metal leaf dress, for a lift to the pages. A few bird stamps and scrolls and there it is.
I have been busy with other things but for now they are surprises so can't be revealed at this time.
The snow is getting on my nerves now, I just want to be able to get out and go to the Post office, the shops, you know the normal everyday things. Much as I think the world looks pretty bathed in white enough is enough, seriously!
Not long now till the start of the annual ONE WORLD ONE HEART EXTRAVAGANZA... if you are new to this, click on the Magic Carpet button to the right of this post.
Once again, Thanks for visiting xx