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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 Bronte

can be enough to make you look up at the yellowed leaves of the apple tree, the few that survived the rains and frost, shot with late afternoon sun. They glow a deep orange-gold against a blue so sheer, a single bird would rip it like silk. You may have to break your heart, but it isn’t nothing to know even one moment alive. The sound of an oar in an oarlock or a ruminant animal tearing grass. The smell of grated ginger. The ruby neon of the liquor store sign. Warm socks. You remember your mother, her precision a ceremony, as she gathered the white cotton, slipped it over your toes, drew up the heel, turned the cuff. A breath can uncoil as you walk across your own muddy yard, the big dipper pouring night down over you, and everything you dread, all you can’t bear, dissolves and, like a needle slipped into your vein— that sudden rush of the world. Ellen Bass poets.org/poem/any-common-desolation

"Is not this a true autumn day? Just the still melancholy that I love— that makes life and nature harmonize." George Eliot

"The foliage has been losing its freshness through the month of August, and here and there a yellow leaf shows itself like the first gray hair amidst the locks of a beauty who has seen one season too many." - Oliver Wendell Holmes

The fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on. ~ Carl Sandburg HBM & wishing all a great week

"The leaves fall patiently Nothing remembers or grieves The river takes to the sea The yellow drift of leaves." - Sara Teasdale

Lucky the leaf Unable to predict the fall, ~W. H. Auden -o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o A leaf was riven from a tree, “I mean to fall to earth,” said he The west wind, rising, made him veer. “Eastward,” said he, “I now shall steer.” The east wind rose with greater force. Said he: “ ‘Twere wise to change my course" With equal power they content. He said “My judgment I suspend.” Down died the winds, the leaf, elate, Cried, “I’ve decided to fall straight.” ~ Ambrose Bierce

Grey trees, grey skies, and not a star; Grey mist, grey hush; And then frail, exquisite, afar, A hermit-thrush. ~ Angelina Grimke

................................. ............................... Late in October, the leaves Of the water maples had fallen. But whatever we said In the bright leaves was lost, Quick as the leaf-fall, Brittle and blood red. ~ "A Reminiscence" ~Richard O.Moore www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/55093/a-reminiscence-56d23640e5246

And the dead leaves lie huddled and still, No longer blown hither and thither; The last lone aster is gone; The flowers of the witch hazel wither; The heart is still aching to seek, But the feet question ‘Whither?’ ~ "Relutance" ~ Robert Frost

...................... Just so, when the winds in winter moan And snow descends in frigid flakes, Upon a naked branch, alone, The final leaf of summer shakes!” ― Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin