O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stain’d
With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit
Beneath my shady roof; there thou may’st rest,
And tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe,
And all the daughters of the year shall dance!
Sing now the lusty song of fruits and flowers.

“The narrow bud opens her beauties to
The sun, and love runs in her thrilling veins;
Blossoms hang round the brows of Morning, and
Flourish down the bright cheek of modest Eve,
Till clust’ring Summer breaks forth into singing,
And feather’d clouds strew flowers round her head.

“The spirits of the air live in the smells
Of fruit; and Joy, with pinions light, roves round
The gardens, or sits singing in the trees.”
Thus sang the jolly Autumn as he sat,
Then rose, girded himself, and o’er the bleak
Hills fled from our sight; but left his golden load.

William Blake  To Autumn

16.Sep.14 2 weeks ago

Today I’m thankful for

  • The opportunity to share my heart through my music
  • For my health
  • For my family and friends 
  • For mental well being
  • For the many things in this world yet undiscovered
10.Sep.14 3 weeks ago

Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.

F. Scott Fitzgerald (The Great Gatsby)

(Source: , via anearlymorningwalk)

04.Sep.14 3 weeks ago

It is our choices, Harry, that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities

Albus Dumbledore (J.K. Rowling in Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets)
02.Sep.14 4 weeks ago

Never made caramel apples, never carved a pumpkin, never drank pumpkin spiced latte. This autumn is going to be GREAT

01.Sep.14 1 month ago