Ay, thou art welcome, heaven’s delicious breath!
When woods begin to wear the crimson leaf,
And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief
And the year smiles as it draws near its death.
Wind of the sunny south! oh, still delay
In the gay woods and in the golden air,
Like to a good old age released from care,
Journeying, in long serenity, away.
In such a bright, late quiet, would that I
Might wear out life like thee, ‘mid bowers and brooks
And dearer yet, the sunshine of kind looks,
And music of kind voices ever nigh;
And when my last sand twinkled in the glass,
Pass silently from men, as thou dost pass.
– William Cullen Bryant
Dry, cold autumn wind. A rustle of red leaves, a touch of smoke and sap in the air.
graceadelaney –
BPAL knocked it out of the park (as always) and I’m utterly obsessed with this one. Heavy, metallic, and just on the verge of overpowering before it settles into something gentler and muskier with sharp metallic undertones on me. So strong in the bottle I was nervous it would be unpleasant once on, but I am in love! A tiny dab goes a long way, which isn’t saying much for me because I’ve been wearing this around the house nonstop since it arrived.