Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Wednesday Words - Autumn

Autumn
A touch of cold in the Autumn night—
I walked abroad,
And saw the ruddy moon lean over a hedge
Like a red-faced farmer.
I did not stop to speak, but nodded,
And round about were the wistful stars
With white faces like town children.

"Autumn" by T. E. Hulme.

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