Thursday, September 07, 2006



Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it,
and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking successive autumns.
George Eliot



No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace
As I have seen in one autumnal face.
John Donne

2 comments:

Anactoria said...

Hmm.

Autumn is one of those words that starts to look weird if you look at it long enough...

Autumn...

Elliot said...

Most words are like that, eventually.