When the Year Grows Old
I cannot but remember
When the year grows old
-- October -- November --
How she disliked the cold!
She used to watch the swallows
Go down across the sky,
And turn from the window
With a little sharp sigh.
And often when the brown leaves
Were brittle on the ground,
And the wind in the chimney
Made a melancholy sound,
She had a look about her
That I wish I could forget
The look of a scared thing
Sitting in a net!
Oh, beautiful at nightfall
The soft spitting snow!
And beautiful the bare boughs
Rubbing to and fro!
But the roaring of the fire,
And the warmth of fur,
And the boiling of the kettle
Were beautiful to her!
I cannot but remember
When the year grows old
-- October -- November --
How she disliked the cold!
Edna St Vincent Millay
Fall is my favorite season of the year! I love to see all the leaves change to golds and reds and other lovely colors! Taking long drives out in the country during this lovely season is something that I greatly enjoy doing! Letting my window down, I relish the fresh smells of Nature, the wind blowing upon my face, and all the wonderous sites to behold!
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