And myriad leaves, on which the Summer wrote
Her blushing farewell, at my feet were strewn.
~Albert Laighton
Autumn
Gold, Wanderlust, Strength, and Loyalty
All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost; the old that is strong does not wither, deep roots are not reached by the frost. ~J.R.R. Tolkien
It was a late-October Sunday, the leaves tinged with brown, and the air crisp in a way that made you shiver if you stood still too long. ~Joe Kita
Following Seas 
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