And the Days Grow Shorter Still

        “... A springful of larks in a rolling

     Cloud and the roadside bushes brimming with whistling

        Blackbirds and the sun of October

                Summery

            On the hill's shoulder,

     Here were fond climates and sweet singers suddenly

     Come in the morning where I wandered and listened

            To the rain wringing

                Wind blow cold

        In the wood faraway under me...”

From “Poem in October” (Dylan Thomas)

I believe this might be another of my Door County, Wisconsin photos.