Wednesday Musings

“Fallen leaves lying on the grass in the November sun bring more happiness than the daffodils”
Cyril Connolly

“And the days dwindle down To a precious few, September, November - And these few precious days I'd spend with you. These golden days I'd spend with you”
Maxwell Anderson

"How silently they tumble down
And come to rest upon the ground
To lay a carpet, rich and rare,
Beneath the trees without a care,
Content to sleep, their work well done,
Colors gleaming in the sun.
At other times, they wildly fly
Until they nearly reach the sky.
Twisting, turning through the air
Till all the trees stand stark and bare.
Exhausted, drop to earth below
To wait, like children, for the snow."
Elsie N. Brady, Leaves

"I saw the lovely arch
Of rainbow span the sky,
The gold sun burnin
As the rain swept by."
Elizabeth Coatsworth, November

"November comes
And November goes,
With the last red berries
And the first white snows.
With night coming early,
And dawn coming late,
And ice in the bucket
And frost by the gate.
The fires burn
And the kettles sing,
And earth sinks to rest
Until next spring."
 Elizabeth Coatsworth

"When the trees their summer splendor
Change to raiment red and gold,
When the summer moon turns mellow,
And the nights are getting cold;
When the squirrels hide their acorns,
And the woodchucks disappear;
Then we know that it is autumn,
Loveliest season of the year."
Carol L. Riser, Autumn