The Autumnal Show is almost finished…just a few “hang-er on-ers” here and there that don’t realize it’s time to bed down for winter. So, here’s the last of the Autumn photos for 2015. I snapped them with my phone during one of my morning walks. It’s hard to believe next week is the beginning of December!
November’s sky is chill and drear, November’s leaf is red and sear.
~Sir Walter Scott
The days may not be so bright and balmy—yet the quiet and melancholy that linger around them is fraught with glory. Over everything connected with autumn there lingers some golden spell—some unseen influence that penetrates the soul with its mysterious power.
There is music in the meadows,
in the air — Autumn is here;
Skies are gray, but hearts are mellow,
Leaves are crimson, brown, and yellow;
Pines are soughing, birches stir,
And the Gipsy trail is fresh beneath the fir.
There is rhythm in the woods,
and in the fields, Nature yields:
And the harvest voices crying,
Blend with Autumn zephyrs sighing;
Tone and color, frost and fire,
Wings the nocturne Nature plays upon her lyre.
~William Stanley Braithwaite
the turning of a leaf
dancing in an autumn sun,
and brilliant shades of crimson
glowing when a day is done…
~Hazelmarie “Mattie” Elliott, “A Breath of Heaven”
Even if something is left undone, everyone must take time to sit still and watch the leaves turn.