Two years ago when I studied in Galway I visited Yeats Thoor Ballylee and the woods on Lady Gregory's Land. There the tall trees banged together so gently and mesmerically at the very top I had to video tape it. I often listen to it just before I start a new poem. Nature. There is nothing like it.
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Autumn has. obviously, come in a hurry.
Here to stay now, but not as colourful as usual.
I love that sound. X
Crunch, crunch, crunch.
I like to kick briskly through leaves personally.
Lovely crunchy sound! Our leaves here are all very soggy after a lot of rain yesterday.
I can picture your hobbies in Who's Who as 'Kicking briskly through leaves'.
We had some rain last night, so I expect most of the crunch has now gone. It was nice whilst it lasted.
Very nice! I love that crunchy sound.
The countryside is very nice at the moment. Very peaceful.
Fallen leaves
by the wayside
downtrodden
and kicked around
Not all the leaves are down yet and it is raining very hard. No crunch today. Just the sound of dripping leaves. Still peaceful though.
Pick your feet up.
Light rain again here too.
I was kickin'; just for your pleasure.
That's it. Just like every schoolboy.
Two years ago when I studied in Galway I visited Yeats Thoor Ballylee and the woods on Lady Gregory's Land. There the tall trees banged together so gently and mesmerically at the very top I had to video tape it. I often listen to it just before I start a new poem. Nature. There is nothing like it.
Ok, but not in the corridor. You may return to your dorm.
Just remembered our joint exhibition with piles of leaves and light bulbs. These days they would call it an 'installation'. Years ahead of its time.
We were the avant garde of the late 60's/early 70's; and probably still are!
Yeats is one of my very favourite writers/poets. I read his 'Mythologies' at least once a year.
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