Spend time reading poems, writing poems and sharing poems with others.
The following poem is the favorite of Betty Flamm, the wise and beloved matriarch of our book club.
Betty’s godly presence guides, influences and brings us all up to a higher state of thought.
I like Spring, but it is too young.
I like Summer, but it is too proud.
So I like best of all Autumn;
Because its leaves are a little yellow,
Its tone mellover,
Its colors richer,
And it is tinged a little with sorrow.
Its golden richness speaks
Not of the innocence of spring,
Nor of the power of Summer,
But of the mellowness and kindly wisdom
Of approaching age,
It knows the limitations of life,
And is content.
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