October breeze, Autumn silence

Every blade in the field, every leaf in the forest, lays down its life in its season, as beautifully as it was taken up. It is the pastime of a full quarter of the year. Dead trees, sere leaves, dried grass and herbs—are not these a good part of our life? And what is that pride of our autumnal scenery but the hectic flush, the sallow and cadaverous countenance of vegetation? its painted throes, with the November air for canvas?

Henry David Thoreau, letter to Ralph Waldo Emerson, 1842

 

September is dressing herself in showy dahlias and splendid marigolds and starry zinnias. October, the extravagant sister, has ordered an immense amount of the most gorgeous forest tapestry for her grand reception.

Oliver Wendell Holmes (1809–1894), “Autumn,” The Atlantic Almanac, 1868

The sun declined, and we both fell into twilight silence. Night, which in autumn seems to fall from the sky at once, it comes so quickly, chilled us, and we rolled ourselves in our cloaks…

—Jules Barbey d’Aurevilly (1808-1889)


Fiery colors begin their yearly conquest of the hills, propelled by the autumn winds. Fall is the artist.

Takayuki Ikkaku, Animal Crossing: Wild World (Nintendo video game)

Autumn

falling leaves
hide the path
so quietly

John Bailey, a haiku year, 2001

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s