bound up at length for harvesting

Know’st thou not at the fall of the leaf
How the soul feels like a dried sheaf
Bound up at length for harvesting,
And how death seems a comely thing
In Autumn at the fall of the leaf?

Dante Gabrielle Rossetti, Autumn Song

Four selections:

• toward the light from photomo
• Hand full of stones from Richard Vanek
• exposed for all to see from rion.nu
• The Icy Delaware River, Sunset from A Walk Through Durham Township