Sep
07

Golden Fall

Colors of autumn

In autumn when the trees are brown
The little leaves come tumbling down
They do not make the slightest sound
But lie so quietly on the ground
Until the wind comes puffing by
And blows them off towards the sky.

“There is a harmony
In autumn, and a lustre in its sky,
Which through the summer is not heard or seen,
As if it could not be, as if it had not been!”

Percy Bysshe Shelley

Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower. (Albert Camus)

Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower. (Albert Camus)

- Autumn carries more gold in its hand than all the other seasons. (Jim Bishop)

- Autumn carries more gold in its hand than all the other seasons. (Jim Bishop)

Autumn, the year's last, loveliest smile. (William Cullen Bryant)

Autumn, the year's last, loveliest smile. (William Cullen Bryant)

The lands are lit with all the autumn blaze of golden-rod, and everywhere the purple asters nod and bend and wave and flit. (Helen Hunt)

The lands are lit with all the autumn blaze of golden-rod, and everywhere the purple asters nod and bend and wave and flit. (Helen Hunt)

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness! (John Keats)

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness! (John Keats)

Autumn is a season followed immediately by looking forward to spring. (Doug Larson)

Autumn is a season followed immediately by looking forward to spring. (Doug Larson)

Fiery colors begin their yearly conquest of the hills, propelled by the autumn winds. Fall is the artist. (Takayuki Ikkaku)

Fiery colors begin their yearly conquest of the hills, propelled by the autumn winds. Fall is the artist. (Takayuki Ikkaku)

Autumn burned brightly, a running flame through the mountains, a torch flung to the trees. (Faith Baldwin)

Autumn burned brightly, a running flame through the mountains, a torch flung to the trees. (Faith Baldwin)

Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree. (Emily Bronte)

Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree. (Emily Bronte)

Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns. (George Elliot)

Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns. (George Elliot)

Falling leaves hide the path so quietly. (John Bailey)

Falling leaves hide the path so quietly. (John Bailey)

Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay. (Robert Browning)

Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay. (Robert Browning)

Everyone must take time to sit and watch the leaves turn.  (Elizabeth Lawrence)

Everyone must take time to sit and watch the leaves turn. (Elizabeth Lawrence)