I found this WB Yeats poem about Autumn on good old YouTube.
Yeats grave in Sligo which we stopped off to visit when we went to the Rory Gallagher Rock Festival in June and I finally got to see Michael Schenker and his band play live. They rocked. What a 🎸 guitarist.
A lovely poem. I watched that video's subtitles as I can't hear the voice. We have no shortage of fallen leaves here at the moment. Probably frozen now after last night's temperature drop.
ReplyDeleteThanks JayCee. It will be Winter at the beginning of December. We have frosts forecast for the next few days. The leeks will taste better after the frost but the rain always follows the frost. I would be collecting those leaves and storing them for a couple of years to make leaf mould. Black gold.
ReplyDeleteYep .. they have been added to the leaf pile already.
DeleteLovely stuff. I must go collecting seaweed for the veg plot and polytunnel beds. Full of over 50 trace elements and weed free. Organic farming had been going on for thousands of years. Wish we had a leaf pile. We have a big pile of fym.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the poem Dave - bit sad, love dying and all that. Autumn to some folk is golden and joyful (not least because of all the mulch falling off trees)😁🙄
ReplyDeleteYes the inevitable death and seasons and all that T M. I was born in the Winter yet I adore the Spring and Summer. Give me those darling buds of May please!!.
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