We of melancholic nature appreciate this . . .
A fine rain was falling, and the landscape was that of autumn.
The sky was hung with various shades of gray,
and mists hovered about the distant mountains
– a melancholy nature.
Every landscape is,
as it were,
a state of the soul,
and whoever penetrates into both
is astonished to find how much likeness there is in each detail.
~Henri Frederic Amiel
What is melancholy
at first glance
when studied up close.
It isn’t all sadness~
there is solace in knowing
the landscape and I share
an inner world of tears.