These are folios of April,
All the library of spring,
Missals gilt and rubricated
With the frost’s illumining.
Ruthless, we destroy these treasures,
Set the torch with hand profane—
Gone, like Alexandrian vellums,
Like the books of burnt Louvain!
Yet these classics are immortal:
O collectors, have no fear,
For the publisher will issue
New editions every year. ~ Burning Leaves, November by Christopher Morley
HANNA'S WALK 
Beautiful… and you have chosen an exceptional poem to go with the pic!
Thanks a lot, Resa. The poem is wonderful. There are so many layers, so many tales in that poem.
I also learned about the destruction of the Leuven library i Belgien in August 1914 and later again during World War Two.
Happy days ahead, Resa!! XX
Happy days to you, too!
And no more wars!!!!!
I want love peace and understanding ❤ 🙂 🙂
Me, too! ❤ 🙂 🙂
A beautiful scene. I wish autumn leaves lasted longer.
Thank you, Robert. It would be nice with sunshine and autumn leaves forward to your Thanksgiving Day. In December, there are lights in windows and on trees, in squares and streets and then suddenly we’re past winter equinox 🙂
… yet I value every single day of my life even in darkness, wind, cold and rain 🙂