
Plus this went well with my autumn photo, which I managed to snap while my dog was doing his business under this beautiful tree. Talk about life's ironies. And yes, I did pick it up, but I didn't have a bag, so I had to use jumbo leaves.
And with that gross image, I give you W.B. Yeats:
THE COMING OF WISDOM WITH TIME
by William Butler Yeats
Though leaves are many, the root is one;
Through all the lying days of my youth
I swayed my leaves and flowers in the sun;
Now I may wither into the truth.
2 comments:
"What is it about poetry, depressing or otherwise, that makes a person feel so good?"
Misery loves company :)
Great photo!
See, and I didn't even know that I was miserable. :)
But it makes sense.
Thanks! I am an amateur, but inordinately proud of my portfolio.
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