...like it is what?
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCCLXXXIII)
Oh me! The light is neither gone, nor'd veil
Itself in clouds, but, likeas wont, suspense
Haunts in the fragile eye of Autumn, sense
Aware of change, October's leaves to scale
So brown they'll crackle underfoot, the trail
To Winter's death wide open sans defense,
With sparrows' cheery calls and plovers thence
Crying oer these wasting fields as if hope'd fail.
Lo, to breathe in and see, to be in tour
Now in the midst of my fave season, blue
Skies on the fence though seeming halfway pure,
I revel and rejoice, tell others, to
Know I am not alone. Now Fall'd bestir
We all rejoice, as LORD, I wait for You.
06Oct25a
The impossible challenge of translating the vision into words, or, why cameras were invented, haha.
