The Woods Are Lovely, Dark and Deep
Autumn in New England There is no place like New England in the autumn. Poets and writers have captured the essence of the beauty in poems, essays and songs. Indeed, many of my favorite poems are those written about the woods, trees, flora and fauna of New England. This weekend, I had the delight to go on a road trip up into the hill country of Western Massachusetts with my cousins. We had a wonderful time discovering covered bridges, waterfalls and great landscapes, all of which will inspire future writings, I am sure. As we walked around the woods, I kept thinking of all the Robert Frost poems that speak of these hills. I remembered how Thoreau loved them and how Emily Dickinson captured them in her lilting lyrics. As the wind blew, causing leaves to rain down upon us, I recalled the song, Autumn Leaves. I guess it is true, what I have been told so many times. I am a romantic. I love the sound of babbling ...