"October is the month of painted leaves. Their rich glow now flashes round the world. As fruits and leaves and the day itself acquire a bright tint just before they fall, so the year near its setting. October is its sunset sky; November the later twilight."
-Ralph Waldo Emerson
Anonymoses on the trail photo by Iddybud
"You like it under the trees in autumn, Because everything is half dead. The wind moves like a cripple among the leaves And repeats words without meaning."
- Wallace Stevens, The Motive for Metaphor
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Iddybud.....Anonymoses *check out our eyeballs!
Come said the wind to the leaves one day, Come o'er the meadows and we will play. Put on your dresses scarlet and gold, For summer is gone and the days grow cold.