tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3560838335414244511.post4220570568406266137..comments2024-03-28T13:45:59.554-05:00Comments on The Nature of Things: Poetry Sunday: An October GardenDorothy Bordershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12441731296027227394noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3560838335414244511.post-62693153994154819732016-10-17T10:05:53.518-05:002016-10-17T10:05:53.518-05:00Indeed. Different flowers are beautiful in their o...Indeed. Different flowers are beautiful in their own way and in their own time. I like the "broad-faced asters," too, but apparently Rossetti was especially devoted to roses.Dorothy Bordershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12441731296027227394noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3560838335414244511.post-44838522519685927252016-10-17T10:04:21.179-05:002016-10-17T10:04:21.179-05:00It's a lovely image, isn't it?It's a lovely image, isn't it?Dorothy Bordershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12441731296027227394noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3560838335414244511.post-1386936454818579962016-10-17T07:25:46.702-05:002016-10-17T07:25:46.702-05:00What a lovely poem and a perfect description of th...What a lovely poem and a perfect description of this time of year. I think much the same way about the little crocuses in the spring--they are such a welcome sight after winter that they are as beautiful as roses.Rosehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01384059342847120951noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3560838335414244511.post-36662667313468983962016-10-17T06:57:16.246-05:002016-10-17T06:57:16.246-05:00"...Alas for that last rosebud which uncloses..."...Alas for that last rosebud which uncloses<br />To Autumn's languid sun and rain<br />When all the world is on the wane!"<br /><br />I like that! :-)Carmenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10242364668293349799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3560838335414244511.post-85483354341774632522016-10-16T22:46:56.209-05:002016-10-16T22:46:56.209-05:00It is a bittersweet time, a time for reflection. B...It is a bittersweet time, a time for reflection. But that is not a bad thing. I think the poem expresses that well - a rose is still a rose even in autumn.Dorothy Bordershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12441731296027227394noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3560838335414244511.post-41070694041989401352016-10-16T20:54:36.010-05:002016-10-16T20:54:36.010-05:00Such a mixed feeling I get at this time of year. N...Such a mixed feeling I get at this time of year. No more braving the heat with my hose to save the growing things and that is, as you say, a wonderful feeling of rest, but sadness as I see my plants go into rest mode themselves, knowing I will miss their happy summer blooming. What a beautiful poem. Judy Kruegerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11632346091869688862noreply@blogger.com