Brown leaf with rain droplets lying on a bed of dark, wet stones

(Photo by Alexandru Zdrobău on Unsplash)

October’s foliage yellows with his cold:
In rattling showers dark November’s rain,
From every stormy cloud, descends again,
Till keen December’s snows close up the year again.
~John Ruskin


 

Dry LeafREV

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


 

Photo Finish Friday | Evening Swim

Lake Julia with fountain, bridge, and geese.Is not this a true autumn day? Just the still melancholy that I love — that makes life and nature harmonize. The birds are consulting about their migrations, the trees are putting on the hectic or the pallid hues of decay, and begin to strew the ground, that one’s very footsteps may not disturb the repose of earth and air, while they give us a scent that is a perfect anodyne to the restless spirit. 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 Eliot