Monday 2 November 2009


Thou comest, Autumn, heralded by the rain,
With banners, by great gales incessant fanned,
Brighter than brightest silks of Samarcand,
And stately oxen harnessed to thy wain!

Thou standest, like imperial Charlemagne,
Upon thy bridge of gold; thy royal hand
Outstretched with benedictions o'er the land,
Blessing the farms through all thy vast domain!

Thy shield is the red harvest moon, suspended
So long beneath the heaven's o'er-hanging eaves;
Thy steps are by the farmer's prayers attended;
Like flames upon an altar shine the sheaves;

And, following thee, in thy ovation splendid,
Thine almoner, the wind, scatters the golden leaves!

By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Images captured
at Prince Eugene's
Belvedere Gardens
30 October 2009
© by Merisi


  1. autumn sure has a beauty all of its own...

  2. So lovely, and that lone tree is a water coloured dream.

  3. That last shot . . . golden leaves against a lilac-gray wall . . . beautiful!

    ParisBreakfasts' comment is a quote that often runs through my head at this time of year.

  4. Ah, Mr Longfellow would be so pleased at your illustration of his work!!!

  5. Gorgeous pictures that capture the autumn colours and atmoshpere so very beautifully!

  6. Gorgeous shots. You're a true artist with that camera.

  7. Beautiful. Love those golden leaves. Thank you.

  8. Perfect poetry for lovely photos of autumn. I love the first photo of the ornate gate.

  9. fabulous!!!!!!!!! more scattered leaves here in sunny south africa..Chamara

  10. Andre Veloux03 November, 2009

    One day the leaves are all on the trees, the next they all seem to be on the ground.


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