An Infrared Winter’s Tale

YESTERDAY the fields were only grey with scattered snow,
And now the longest grass-leaves hardly emerge;
Yet her deep footsteps mark the snow, and go
On towards the pines at the hills’ white verge.

I cannot see her, since the mist’s white scarf
Obscures the dark wood and the dull orange sky;
But she’s waiting, I know, impatient and cold, half
Sobs struggling into her frosty sigh.

Why does she come so promptly, when she must know
That she’s only the nearer to the inevitable farewell;
The hill is steep, on the snow my steps are slow—

Why does she come, when she knows what I have to tell?

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D.H. Lawrence, Amores. 1916

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Another Beautiful Sunset

Beautiful sunsets deserve a second showing.  As we ready for the beautiful sunrise and sunsets in the Shenandoah Valley we are inspired by the simplicity of photography subjects that can be a forefront to our amazing sunrise-sunsets here in the Valley.  They always inspire poetic verse!

“The first stab of love is like a sunset,
a blaze of color — oranges, pearly pinks, vibrant purples…”
― Anna Godbersen, The Luxe

Love Autumnal – When The Leaves Sound

The most beautiful time of the year arrays itself in magnificent color, azure skies and bursting sun-filled days. We are traveling the Shenandoah in search of the perfect southern fall landscape. Where will it be? High or low country? Valley or mountain top? Vineyard or farm?  Lakes or forests? Would it be we have many days of breathing in this beauty, fresh air with our companions in hand to capture it all. Come travel with us . . .

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MY love will come in autumn-time
When leaves go spinning to the ground
And wistful stars in heaven chime
With the leaves’ sound.

Then, we shall walk through dusty lanes
And pause beneath low-hanging boughs,
And there, while soft-hued beauty reigns
We’ll make our vows.

Let others seek in spring for sighs
When love flames forth from every seed;
But love that blooms when nature dies
Is love indeed!

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Love Autumnal, Oliver Jenkins

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