Saturday, November 20, 2021

I marked when the weather changed

 

photo by Tommy Peters



Here's a poem by Thomas Hardy:

 

A Night in November


I marked when the weather changed,
And the panes began to quake,
And the winds rose up and ranged,
That night, lying half-awake.

Dead leaves blew into my room,
And alighted upon my bed,
And a tree declared to the gloom
Its sorrow that they were shed.

One leaf of them touched my hand,
And I thought that it was you
There stood as you used to stand,
And saying at last you knew!




photo by Tommy Peters



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