The Harvest Moon
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.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
This is my last list for Christmas. Just couldn’t resist!
A few years ago I began collecting Christmas stories – short picture books – to share with the children through Advent. I love the combination of a good story with beautiful illustrations. So I thought I’d share some that we have started delving into in the lead up to Christmas: