The Harvest Moon
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
It is the Harvest Moon! On gilded vanes
And roofs of villages, on woodland crests
And their aerial neighborhoods of nests
Deserted, on the curtained window-panes
Of rooms where children sleep, on country lanes
And harvest-fields, its mystic splendor rests!
Gone are the birds that were our summer guests,
With the last sheaves return the laboring wains!
All things are symbols: the external shows
Of Nature have their image in the mind,
As flowers and fruits and falling of the leaves;
The song-birds leave us at the summer's close,
Only the empty nests are left behind,
And pipings of the quail among the sheaves.
If you have enjoyed the beautiful paintings I've highlighted yesterday and today, you might want to consider a trip to the Terry Redlin Art Center, a magnificent building designed by Terry's son, Charles, as the permanent home of his father's original oil paintings. Since Terry always attributed his interest in outdoor themes to his childhood in Watertown and was grateful for the fact that he was able to attend art school via a South Dakota scholarship for disabled students, the art center is a gift from the Redlin family to the great state of South Dakota and the people of Watertown. It's worth a visit if you are in the area! Oh...and did I mention he went to the same school as my dad? No wonder his paintings make me nostalgic for home!