Fire Of Fall

Fire Of Fall

Aurora hail, and all the thousand dies,
Which deck thy progress through the vaulted skies:
The morn awakes, and wide extends her rays,
On ev’ry leaf the gentle zephyr plays;
Harmonious lays the feather’d race resume,
Dart the bright eye, and shake the painted plume.

By John De Bord Photography
Taken on: October 2, 2011
Location: Autumn sunrise over Lake Estes, Estes Park, Colorado
Poem by: Phyllis Wheatley, A Hymn to the Morning
Poem provided by: CZ