Autumn is here;
Skies are gray, but hearts are mellow,
Leaves are crimson, brown, and yellow;
Pines are soughing, birches stir,
And the Gipsy trail is fresh beneath the fir.
There is rhythm in the woods, and in the fields,
Nature yields:
And the harvest voices crying,
Blend with Autumn zephyrs sighing;
Tone and color, frost and fire,
Wings the nocturne Nature plays upon her lyre."
--William Stanley Braithwaite, Lyric of Autumn
Just want to give a hearty Thank You for this blog, the maps, all the amazing information you provide here. As a mostly solo woman hiker, I have found your first hand notes invaluable. Love the photography and poetry too:)
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