Leaves... Quiet Dance

 

 

I walk in the woods at the break of dawn.

 

The leaves are falling silently.

 

Dancing.

 

Whirling.

 

Quiet.

 

 Flittering to the ground.

 

 

 

Hush.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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A Sunny October Day in the Country

What a glorious October day in the country!

Just the day for a stroll around the old Hovander Farm.

The sun was warm on our backs, the air pungent with the smell of fallen leaves,

 and the sky so very blue!

 

Sunshine in October is a luxurious, lavish gift from Mother Nature here in the Pacific Northwest.

 

I hope your weekend was filled to the brim with Autumn!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

October's Bright Blue Weather

O SUNS and skies and clouds of June, And flowers of June together,

Ye cannot rival for one hour October's bright blue weather;

  When loud the bumble-bee makes haste, Belated, thriftless vagrant,

And Golden-Rod is dying fast , And lanes with grapes are fragrant;

When Gentians roll their fringes tight To save them for the morning,

  And chestnuts fall from satin burrs Without a sound of warning;

  When on the ground red apples lie In piles like jewels shining,

And redder still on old stone walls Are leaves of woodbine twining;

When all the lovely wayside things Their white-winged seeds are sowing,

  And in the fields, still green and fair, Late aftermaths are growing;

When springs run low, and on the brooks, In idle golden freighting,

  Bright leaves sink noiseless in the hush Of woods, for winter waiting;

When comrades seek sweet country haunts, By twos and twos together,

And count like misers, hour by hour, October's bright blue weather.

  O suns and skies and flowers of June, Count all your boasts together,

  Love loveth best of all the year October's bright blue weather.

Helen Hunt Jackson (1831-1885)