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,
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:)ReplyDelete