Miserable Monday … weatherwise, that is

Here’s some autumnal colours and a poem to brighten a damp and chilly Monday. Blipped from outside the sports centre. No ill effects after yesterday’s Covid booster, apart from a bit of a sore arm, but that always happens to me.

Fall, Leaves, Fall
Emily Brontë

Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;
Lengthen night and shorten day;
Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Fluttering from the autumn tree.
I shall smile when wreaths of snow
Blossom where the rose should grow;
I shall sing when night’s decay
Ushers in a drearier day.

Have a good Monday all.