"Thy woods,....and all but cry with colour "

God's World
by Edna St. Vincent Millay

O world, I cannot hold thee close enough!
Thy winds, thy wide grey skies!
Thy mists that roll and rise!
Thy woods, this autumn day, that ache and sag
And all but cry with colour! That gaunt crag
To crush! To lift the lean of that black bluff!
World, World, I cannot get thee close enough!
Long have I known a glory in it all,
But never knew I this;
Here such a passion is
As stretcheth me apart. Lord, I do fear
Thou'st made the world too beautiful this year.
My soul is all but out of me, let fall
No burning leaf; prithee, let no bird call.

This fall seems to be bursting out in color more than ever to me.I am not sure if the there truly is more vibrant color or it is me that is seeing the world just so alive.This weekend,as I walked in the woods, I so understood Edna St,. Vincent Millay
"Thy woods,this autumn day,that ache and sag,and all but cry with colour!