Give Thanks.
"The spirits of the air live on the smells
Of fruit; and Joy, with pinions light, roves round
The gardens, or sits singing in the trees."
Thus sang the jolly Autumn as he sat;
Then rose, girded himself, and o'er the bleak
Hills fled from our sight; but left his golden load.
- by William Blake
Of fruit; and Joy, with pinions light, roves round
The gardens, or sits singing in the trees."
Thus sang the jolly Autumn as he sat;
Then rose, girded himself, and o'er the bleak
Hills fled from our sight; but left his golden load.
- by William Blake
6 Comments:
beautiful! happy thanksgiving!
inspiring shot... love the way the birds have a blue hue....
I'm thankful for you everyday
B
such a perfect photograph for these words. joyous :)
i love this photo. may i have a copy
Stunning. Stunning. Stunning. I think you should make these into cards and sell them. I'd buy it. Beautiful. Actually, I'd really like to buy a copy. Is that possible?
love this photo...the colors are amazing!
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