Nature’s Paintbox: Autumn Tempera Paints, Poetry, Vivaldi
Melissa | October 6, 2008
A haze on the far horizon, The infinite, tender sky, The rich, ripe tint of the cornfields, And the wild geese sailing high – And all over upland and lowland The charm of the goldenrod– Some of us call it autumn, And others call it God. (taken from “Each in His Own Tongue“, by [...]
