Autumn is here & with it I feel a change
in the poems chosen for Poem for the Day One,
which is the book I am using as the inspiration for my
altered playing card project.
This week, I have picked a few lines from a poem by A E Housman,
as these lines remind me of my train journey to London last week,
seeing the pine cones laying abandoned
on the rail tracks at one of the stations I passed through.
On the russet floors, by waters idle,
The pine lets fall its cone;
The cuckoo shouts all day at nothing
In leafy dells alone;