My sorrow, when she’s here with me, Thinks these dark days of autumn rain Are beautiful as days can be; She loves the bare, the withered tree; She walks the sodden pasture lane.
Her pleasure will not let me stay. She talks and I am fain to list: She’s glad the birds are gone away, She’s glad her simple worsted gray Is silver now with clinging mist.
The desolate, deserted trees, The faded earth, the heavy sky, The beauties she so truly sees, She thinks I have no eye for these, And vexes me for reason why.
Not yesterday I learned to know The love of bare November days Before the coming of the snow, But it were vain to tell her so, And they are better for her praise. ~ Robert Frost
We had several killing frosts (as well as our first snowfall) this week, and this morning the temperature dipped into the 20’s, brrr! And, with all that my garden is done for the year. Which is perhaps the greatest sadness ever! I find that I can relate to Robert Frost’s November Guest. He makes the depression that comes with November somehow haunting and beautiful. He certainly gives a body much to ponder on a frosty Saturday!
Enjoy your day, Gentle Readers.
Very apropros 🙂 Robert Frost is one of my favorites.
We haven’t had anything more than fog and some cooler temps here, but I am definitely not ready for the onset of winter.
I love that poem, it is so right for right now.
We have 28 degrees this morning, a nice cool frost for southern Tennessee but I am most agreeable to see it. (I miss the cold, I am originally from WI.)
I love that poem, it is so right for right now.
We have 28 degrees this morning, a nice cool frost for southern Tennessee but I am most agreeable to see it. (I miss the cold, I am originally from WI.)
Whoops! 🤔
That’s a beautiful poem Kat – and the photo is lovely and a such perfect match. That line “simple worsted gray Is silver now with clinging mist” … it’s going to stick with me!
Beautiful photo! I need to start practicing with my camera.
Lovely poem and while it is sad to watch the garden go into a winter sleep, I cannot imagine living in a world without the changes of the seasons.
“The desolate, deserted trees. The faded earth, the heavy sky”. This describes my world today. We still have not had snow, but the temperatures go up and down and only await the moisture needed for its creation.
I love RObert Frost poems. He is a favorite poet of mine. I have to find my Frost book now. How appropriate that there is a frost pun there
Robert Frost always said it so well! Thanks for sharing one of his poems that I was not familiar with; it’s perfect!
This poem is one of my favorites…thanks for sharing!
Such a beautiful poem. Frost is an American treasure. My garden is put to bed for a winter rest. I am sorry to lose the fresh produce but the idea of the earth resting for a season is my consolation.
Robert Frost is my favorite, and he’s so wonderful at describing nature. We noticed yesterday that all of the plants that are still in our garden looked like they’d been hit by a plague or something. Clearly gardening season is over!
Too soon! It’s just the beginning of November! Ah, but Mother Nature doesn’t count calendar days – she takes care of her own…t’is a beautiful post and reminds us to stop and appreciate the beauty of life
Cheers~
Ah, I love that photo and I loved this weekend with the deep chill. Sadly I did not get any snow but I’ll wait it’ll happen eventually. Today I walked about with the camera and captured some frost on the fallen oak leaves (yay!). Happy Sunday!!