For Faithfulness in the Use of this World’s Goods.

~ , October 2010

Besides the Autumn poets sing
A few prosaic days
A little this side of the snow
And that side of the Haze...
Grant me, Oh Lord, a sunny mind—
Thy windy will to bear!
~Emily Dickinson

A hidden fire burns perpetually upon the hearth of the world....

It is the funeral anthem of the dying year.

All effete substances that have served their purpose in the old form are burnt up.

So I have spent almost all the daylight hours in the open air.

~Thomas Wolfe (1900–1938),

green-veined leaves suddenly blushing copper
bronze-edged trees swaying in autumn breezes
gold foliage drifting past pewter branches baring all
brass-hued leaflets dying in beauty, falling in grace
~Terri Guillemets, "In the Autumn Wood," 2016

The Season was waning to its close.

Winter’s footsteps, the sound of falling leaves.

~Leo Tolstoy, to Nikolay Strakhov

Is, then, September come so soon?
Full time doth summer ne'er abide?
While yet it seems but summer's noon,
We're floating down the autumn tide.
~Eunice E.

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~Taoist proverb

The softened light, the veiling haze,
The calm repose of autumn days,
Steal gently o'er the troubled breast,
Soothing life's weary cares to rest.
~Phebe A.

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Tuckerman, "San Marino"

The transparent haze which rests upon the mountain-top at noon,—the calmness in the air, and the clearness of the sky, now have a most mysterious influence upon the heart.

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They are giving back the light they have been absorbing from the sun all summer.
~John Burroughs, "The Falling Leaves,"

The breath of autumn had already passed along the foliage, and a coming death had spread over its hues golden, brown and crimson—a strange gaiety of decay, which, with all its beauty, carries an idea of sadness into one's heart.

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~Faith Baldwin,

Mark how the forest now hath doffed its green,
And Nature dons her cloak of many hues;
Now reigns the holy beauty of Decay!
How calmly sleeps the lake: the coloured woods
Reflected on its face in thousand tints...
Like rainbows wreck'd, all the gay woods do sing...
~James Rigg, "The Poet's Ramble in October," , 1897

Autumn is the season of change.

Go to northern Maine and you can walk with frost.

~Elizabeth Bowen,

I walked alone in the depths of Autumn woods;
The ruthless winds had left the maple bare;
The fern was withered, and the sweetbrier's breath
No longer gave its fragrance to the air.
~Albert Laighton (1829–1887), "In the Woods," c.1859

Just as a painter needs light in order to put the finishing touches to his picture, so I need an inner light, which I feel I never have enough of in the autumn.

Let the weather mellow and the year fall into peacefulness.

Holder, "A Song of October," in , October 1890

This is the feast-time of the year
When hearts grow warm and home more dear;
When Autumn's crimson torch expires
To flash again in winter fires;
And they who tracked October's flight
Through woods with gorgeous hues bedight,
In charmèd circle sit and praise
The goodly log's triumphant blaze.
~Harriet McEwen Kimball (1834–1917), "The Feast-Time of the Year," c.1880

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.

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Holder, "A Song of October," in , October 1890

It is a delightful pastime to sit in the pleasant sunshine of autumn, and gazing from this little spot of free earth over such a landscape, let the imagination luxuriate amid the thrilling associations of the scene!