Feste's Lute

…and I’ll say it again, I love fall.

I do, I do. The first cool wind deserves and gets my welcome celebration. So I hope that you will not mind as I ramble and throw about awkward, slightly pretentious (but hopefully sometimes pretty) things… (as I have often lately)

As a young thrush in first flight,
or unsteady lamb down mountain rock…

So Nature Falls from its balmy hell
into Harvest and Her bed of sunset garlands
for serenade by gentle, cool winds
and slow, transfixing kiss of frost

But first, her clouds wreath blue horizons
and aires of festival entreat
ever to taste her faithful bounty
and free her laden vines