Fall, Leaves... Fall

Fall, leaves, fall

BY EMILY BRONTË

Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;

Lengthen night 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.





Adding some dark blue paint spatter and a of the lines from Emily Bronte's poem, Fall, Leaves, Fall... my leaf journal page is now complete.
I love it.