The old grieving autumn goes on calling to its summer the valley is calling to other valleys beyond the ridge each star is roaring alone into darkness there is not a sound in the whole night
W.S. Merwin, from Lights Out in “The Shadow of Sirius” (via adrasteiax)
“By day, cherry-scent from an unknown Wood near the town. July Holding new constellations, deep At night in the transparent sky -”
— Anna Akhmatova, from Everything Is Looted… in “Poems: Anna Akhmatova” [translated by D. M. Thomas]
Bless the Daughter Raised by a Voice in Her Head, Warsan Shire
“O hushed October morning mild, Thy leaves have ripened to the fall; Tomorrow’s wind, if it be wild, Should waste them all. The crows above the forest call; Tomorrow they may form and go.”
— Robert Frost, from October in “The Poetry Of Robert Frost: The Collected Poems”
“October was a beautiful month at Green Gables, when the birches in the hollow turned as golden as sunshine and the maples behind the orchard were royal crimson and the wild cherry trees along the lane put on the loveliest shades of dark red and bronzy green, while the fields sunned themselves in aftermaths.”
— L.M. Montgomery, from Anne Of Green Gables
““She likes to dream that she’s the queen and that when the rest are dead there’ll be no one who can order her to do anything. She said, dear, that she’d burn down the whole place, burn down Gormenghast when she was the ruler and she’d live on her own, and I said she was wicked, and she said that everyone was – everyone and everything except rivers, clouds, and some rabbits. She makes me frightened sometimes.””
— Mervyn Peake, Titus Groan (via thinkofanime)
Here’s a few fairy pngs I made from Cicely Mary Barker’s artwork. Feel free to use them!