(Retrospect) What Brandy Wore: The Autumn Poem☾✰╰☆╮⋆⋆

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 (A series of photographs taken by my hubs from our recent trip to New England and the Poconos)

(Wearing: Black velvet blazer & vest: Vintage Skirt: Gunne Sax/vintage)

A Vagabond Song

There is something in the autumn that is native to my blood -
Touch of manner, hint of mood;
And my heart is like a rhyme,
With the yellow and the purple and the crimson keeping time.
The scarlet of the maples can shake me like a cry
Of bugles going by.
And my lonely spirit thrills
To see the frosty asters like smoke upon the hills.
There is something in October sets the gypsy blood astir;
We must rise and follow her,
When from every hill of flame
She calls and calls each vagabond by name. 

Bliss Carman

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Until next time loves,

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