Autumn, autumn,

burning light
In the forest of tonight….

Winter’s shades of snow

will come to end the road



Picture: Ivan Fedorovich Choultsé.

Inspiration: William Blake “Tiger, tiger, burning bright/ In the forest of the night/ What immortal hand or eye/ Could frame thy fearful symmetry?/.

She is primarily a teacher of English. Also her mind is lured by goodies like finance, economics, interest rates, the stock market, as she has a hankering for how the money is made. Nevertheless she is a dreamer on a cloud...As dreams cost nothing... In ordinary days she is a word-weaver for everything and everything that breathes. In the best of days she just follows the seasons by means of bike, skis, or roller-skates. She is grateful to all colors of the world and to people who read, smile and drop a line here, or on her email. Contributing author at Sudden Denouement Literary Collective,,, My Trending Stories and Anthology Volume I: Writings from the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective.

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5 comments on “Autumn
  1. Lovely. When I think of the end of autumn, I wonder how it will be.

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  2. gegallas says:

    Hi there: Very nice post! 🙂 I thought you might be interested in my graphic novel “The Poet and the Flea” (Volume 1) about the poet-painter William Blake: Please check it out and help spread the word! Thank you so much! —G. E.

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  3. Iulia Halatz says:

    Hello. Thank you for your nice words. Yes, I would be interested as I have always been interested in the art and works of William Blake. Congratulations on your graphic novel! Iulia.


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