Whisper

The hills are alive with fall.

My restless being stirs with this small change

That was not there even a week ago.

I look up and see the dreamland coming true

It's only a whisper yet ~ It's only just arrived,

But soon very soon, we will see it thrive

Into Beauty ~

If I could, I would pause its time and beauty,

Hold it - Walk through it - Feel it -

As its whispers grow into full bloom

And howl in my ears what I long to hear

These Were Yours Too

Source

you left us quietly without
so much as a sigh,
just as your way in life
was to be strong and silent,
in death, these were yours too

Meritorious

This is an old dictionary from 1935. 

I'm pretty sure it has words in it that we don't use much anymore ~  like "meritorious"

 

 And that's the reason I've decided to keep it.

It was for sale in my bookshop, but no one bought it, which surprised me because the patina of the book is so pretty.

It really is a gorgeous book. It's worthy of keeping. It's worthy of praise. It's meritorious, in fact.