Teaching has been rather hectic but I keep thinking about blogging, so do-or-die, I am going to post, dangit!
If you haven’t noticed–it’s extremely fall out there in the world, so I thought I would share this poem by Emily Bronte, because, well, it’s a very fall poem.
“Fall, Leaves, Fall” By Emily Bronte
Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;
Lengthen day and shorten day;
Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Fluttering from the autumn tree.
I shall smile when wreaths of snow
Blossom where the rose should grow;
I shall sing when night’s decay
Ushers in a drearier day.