Autumn Has Arrived at La Granja, Segovia…

Look at that beauty. I had never been so excited to see orange and yellow leaves in my life, or crunch on the piles of dry brown ones that have gathered on the peaceful paths through the gardens of La Granja.  At home I had always trekked through hills of leaves during the autumns, familiarContinue reading “Autumn Has Arrived at La Granja, Segovia…”

Unleaving…

Márgarét, áre you gríevingOver Goldengrove unleaving?Leáves, like the things of man, youWith your fresh thoughts care for, can you?Ah! ás the heart grows olderIt will come to such sights colderBy and by, nor spare a sighThough worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie;And yet you will weep and know why.Now no matter, child, the name:Sórrow’s spríngs áreContinue reading “Unleaving…”