A Symphony in Yellow by Oscar Wilde

An omnibus across the bridge
Crawls like a yellow butterfly
And, here and there, a passer-by
Shows like a little restless midge.

Big barges full of yellow hay
Are moored against the shadowy wharf,
And, like a yellow silken scarf,
The thick fog hangs along the quay.

The yellow leaves begin to fade
And flutter from the Temple elms,
And at my feet the pale green Thames
Lies like a rod of rippled jade.

This poem is in the public domain.

I took these photos when Monsieur and I visited the Methow Valley in
Washington State.  We love the Mazama area. When we are splurging,
we stay at The Freestone Inn and when we want to be a little more rustic, we stay at The Mazama Horse Ranch.
Monsieur loves to hike in the North Cascades and I am happy to sit and read, stitch or go for a walk on the 
extensive cross-country trail system. The weather is always bright and sunny in the summer and the fall leaves
are beautiful along the Methow River. Mazama is an annual destination for us.