Autumn Song

In the woods along Bonaldo Creek

 

Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;
Lengthen night and shorten day.
Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Fluttering from the autumn tree.
I shall smile when wreaths of snow
Blossom where the rose should grow;
I shall sing when night’s decay
Ushers in a drearier day.
                                                               ~ Emily Brontë

 

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Autumn, Dancing

 

…the one red leaf, the last of its clan,
That dances as often as dance it can,
Hanging so light, and hanging so high,
On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.

 

                                     Excerpted from “Cristabel” ~ Samuel Taylor Coleridge

 

 

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