Autumn Reflections

Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;
lengthen night and shorten day;
every leaf speaks bliss to me
fluttering from the autumn tree.

Emily Brontë

Skipper and me

having fun

in autumn sun 

at Soudley.

Listen...

With faint dry sound,

like steps of passing ghosts,

the leaves, frost-crisp'd, break from the trees

and fall.

Adelaide Crapsey