Fats here.
Happy Friday! I have been “offline” for the last few days, trying to get some reading done and catching up with shows on Netflix. Writing a new post after a week of being offline threw me in a loop, but all is good. Fall is right around the corner, and I’d like to welcome my favorite season with a poem by Emily Brontë . Have a wonderful weekend!
Very grateful to Linda at TeacherDance for hosting this week’s Poetry Friday round-up!
Fall, Leaves, Fall
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.
Gathering Books 
I’m a fall fan, too. Emily Brontë finds wonder in everything 🙂 You might like “Autumn Leaves” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HxGT5z6d-GA
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