Listen to The Autumn wind....

The winds will blow their own freshness into you,
and the storms their energy,
while cares will drop away from you
like the leaves of Autumn.

Fall poem by John Muir

Art-Frederick Walker`Autumn days.


Ann Nichols said...

Of course the poem is by John Muir... I was reminded of walking through Muir Woods (filled with Redwood giants) outside of San Francisco while reading it...
Thanks for this,

Margarida Elias said...

Wonderful poem, full of hope.

Castles Crowns and Cottages said...

Ahhhh.....yes, this is so true my dearest....and laughter is the wind that shakes off all the dead leaves. I wish you a laughter-filled weekend and a new and exciting time in ESPA√ĎA!!! BESOS, Nita

CIELO said...

Your blog is looking sooo pretty! ;)