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


Anactoria said...


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


Elliot said...

Most words are like that, eventually.