A couple weekends ago we made a quick trip to visit my 83 year old aunt at her cottage in Maine before she left to be a "snowbird" in the southern states. Looking back at these photos this weekend, brought to mind this beautiful poem by Jacqueline Bouvier. From the book, "A Family of Poems". by Caroline Kennedy.
Thoughts
I love the Autumn,
And yet I cannot say
All the thoughts and things
That make me feel this way.
I love walking on the angry shore,
To watch the angry sea;
Where summer people were before,
But now there's only me.
I love wood fires at night
That have a ruddy glow.
I stare at the flames
And think of long ago.
I love the feeling down inside me
That says to run away
To come and be a gypsy
And laugh the gypsy away.
The tangy taste of apples,
The snowy mist at morn,
The wanderlust inside you
When you hear the huntsman's horn.
Nostalgia - that's the Autumn,
Dreaming through September
Just a million lovely things
I always will remember.
-Jacqueline Bouvier
