“My sorrow, when she's here with me, thinks these dark days of autumn rain are beautiful as days can be; she loves the bare, the withered tree; she walks the sodden pasture lane.” ThinkingLoveBeautifulFallDarkWalksTreeWalkingSorrowRainSeasonsAutumnLanesNovemberPasturesWitheredWitheringFall AutumnFall SeasonDark DaysAutumn DaysNovember PoemsAutumn LoveAutumnal EquinoxRains BeautyGreen PasturesWithered Tree Book:A Boy's Will Source: A Boy's Will