On the beach at night alone,
As the old mother sways her to and fro, singing her husky song,
As I watch the bright stars shining—I think a thought of the clef of the universes, and of
by Walt Whitman
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Les feuilles Mortes
The fin de l' ete(end of summer) and prelude to winter....what a beautiful way to connect the two seasons....colorful leaves of warm reds, yellows, browns and greens...
Yves Montand's "Les feuilles Mortes" lyrics are esquisite