GBMD: O wild West Wind
O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being.
Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead
Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing.
Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead
Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing.
Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792 - 1822)
Silver birch, ash, elder, field maple and hawthorn all dancing at the side of my garden, a week or so ago. It did get much windier a few hours later, but I prefer this blue sky combination. If the embedded YouTube video isn't working, you can view it here.
Now that looks quite windy enough VP ~ I am sure that the leaves were fleeing fast. Excellent illustration of the poem :)
ReplyDeleteI like the sound of the wind in the trees - I remember as child listening to that and worrying that the tree in our garden would fall down.
ReplyDeleteAnna - thank you :)
ReplyDeleteMark - it was the sound I particularly wanted to capture - it's so evocative isn't it and it's part of my garden in the same way as the plants are.