“I say móre: the just man justices;
Keeps grace: thát keeps all his goings graces;
Acts in God’s eye what in God’s eye he is — Chríst — for Christ plays in ten thousand places,
Lovely in limbs, and lovely in eyes not his To the Father through the features of men’s faces. (Gerard Manly Hopkins – When Kingfishers Catch Fire)
In November – “The fires burn
And the kettles sing, And earth sinks to rest Until next spring.” ― (Clyde Watson)
“Nature’s first green is gold, her hardest hue to hold. Her only leaf’s a flower; but only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf So Eden sank to grief So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.” – (Robert Frost)
“All at once, summer collapsed into fall”. – (Oscar Wilde)
“This morning, the sun endures past dawn. I realize that it is August: the summer’s last stand.”
― (Sara Baume, A Line Made by Walking)