Fragrant Quote for November 18th, 2012-AUTUMN STORMS By Mary C. Bishop Gates

Tree in November

LIKE lost birds, fly the leaves
Dazed, wandering, tossed from forest
Out to great space; their wild flight weaves
A death-dance ere they die!

Faint scents as of damp woods
The wind-storm scatters free; and clouds
Gray lowering move, or else their broods
In sullen silence lie!

Swift drives the wind, and brings
More of the wild, affrighted things!
Far up and down on homeless wings
They float and fill the sky.

Why does their flight impart
Like wildness to my storm-strung heart?
When blows the wind to bid me start,
Afar, like them, to fly?