Autumn Colors Have Arrived

AUTUMN.

The morns are meeker than they were,
The nuts are getting brown;
The berry's cheek is plumper,
The rose is out of town.

The maple wears a gayer scarf,
The field a scarlet gown.
Lest I should be old-fashioned,
I'll put a trinket on.

Emily Dickinson

The Autumn


Go, sit upon the lofty hill,
And turn your eyes around,
Where waving woods and waters wild
Do hymn an autumn sound.
The summer sun is faint on them -
The summer flowers depart -
Sit still - as all transform'd to stone,
Except your musing heart.

How there you sat in summer-time,
May yet be in your mind;
And how you heard the green woods sing
Beneath the freshening wind.
Though the same wind now blows around,
You would its blast recall;
For every breath that stirs the trees,
Doth cause a leaf to fall.

Oh! like that wind, is all the mirth
That flesh and dust impart:
We cannot bear its visitings,
When change is on the heart.
Gay words and jests may make us smile,
When Sorrow is asleep;
But other things must make us smile,
When Sorrow bids us weep!

The dearest hands that clasp our hands, -
Their presence may be o'er;
The dearest voice that meets our ear,
That tone may come no more!
Youth fades; and then, the joys of youth,
Which once refresh'd our mind,
Shall come - as, on those sighing woods,
The chilling autumn wind.

Hear not the wind - view not the woods;
Look out o'er vale and hill -
In spring, the sky encircled them -
The sky is round them still.
Come autumn's scathe - come winter's cold -
Come change - and human fate!
Whatever prospect Heaven doth bound,
Can ne'er be desolate.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning.

The colours have really changed here in the last week. Everything has been painted in vibrant colours.




Spring passes and one remembers one's innocence
Summer passes and one remembers one's exuberance
Autumn passes and one remembers one's reverence
Winter passes and one remembers one's perseverance.
- Yoko Ono, Season of Glass

Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting
and autumn a mosaic of them all.

- Stanley Horowitz

There is a harmony
In autumn, and a lustre in its sky,
Which through the summer is not heard or seen,
As if it could not be, as if it had not been!

- Percy Bysshe Shelley

Thank you yoko for adding your beautiful colors to this post.

I like the flowers that we see in the windowboxes and gardens at this time of the year.

Love, Inda

Everything is painted with the brush of the Invisible One, let us follow the hidden signs and find the painter.

Rumi

A cloud stood humbly in a corner of the sky.
The morning saw it and crowned it with splendor.

Tagore

Such a beautiful thread!
I love the colors of Autumn!
There is a soft melancholy when we watch the leaves dance to the ground, but there is such grace in this too.
Welcoming the season and giving grace for all the abundance it carries.

Love and hugs.
Margherita

Thank you for the post. Autumn has really arrived. There is much more colour in the trees than a week ago, and it is nice and cool at night.

Love,
Vicky

To Autumn

Poem lyrics of To Autumn by William Blake.


O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stain'd
With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit
Beneath my shady roof; there thou may'st rest,
And tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe,
And all the daughters of the year shall dance!
Sing now the lusty song of fruits and flowers.

"The narrow bud opens her beauties to
The sun, and love runs in her thrilling veins;
Blossoms hang round the brows of Morning, and
Flourish down the bright cheek of modest Eve,
Till clust'ring Summer breaks forth into singing,
And feather'd clouds strew flowers round her head.

"The spirits of the air live in the smells
Of fruit; and Joy, with pinions light, roves round
The gardens, or sits singing in the trees."
Thus sang the jolly Autumn as he sat,
Then rose, girded himself, and o'er the bleak
Hills fled from our sight; but left his golden load.

Thank you dear Margherita. It is always nice to see your name here.
Thank you Vicky and Sue.

The color of the leaves has really changed. We still have nice warm days, but they are getting shorter. This is a beautiful time of the year.

Love, Inda

'Tis the last rose of summer,
Left blooming alone;
All her lovely companions
Are faded and gone.

- Thomas Moore, The Last Rose of Summer, 1830

Thank you for the autumn post.
The colours are quite beautiful already, but our weather is still like summer. This is a very beautiful season in Canada.
Enjoy your walks. look at the leaves and the autumn flowers.

Sincerely,
Gisele

Thank you Sue and Gisele.
I still have the odd rose blooming because the weather has been warm.



I love my walks while enjoying the color of the leaves. I also like looking at the beautiful autumn flowers that are now in the gardens and windowboxes.

Love, Inda

Autumn is a second Spring when every leaf is a flower.

-Albert Camus, 1913-1960, French author and philosopher



I love the autumn colours.

Love,
yoko

"Besides the autumn poets sing,
A few prosaic days
A little this side of the snow
And that side of the haze.

A few incisive mornings,
A few ascetic eves, -
Gone Mr. Bryant's golden-rod,
And Mr. Thomson's sheaves."
- Emily Dickinson, Nature: XLIX

"I love fall! Fall is exciting.
It's apples and cider.
It's an airborne spider.
It's pumpkins in bins.
It's burrs on dog's chins.
It's wind blowing leaves.
It's chilly red knees.
It's nuts on the ground.
It's a crisp dry sound.
It's green leaves turning
And the smell of them burning.
It's clouds in the sky.
It's fall. That's why...
I love fall."
- Author Unknown

Every leaf speaks bliss to me,
Fluttering from the autumn tree.

Emily Bronte

Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns. ~George Eliot



Robert Bateman

"It is only her in large portions of Canada that wonderous second wind,
the Indian summer, attains its amplitude and heavenly perfection, -- the
temperatures; the sunny haze; the mellow, rich delicate, almost
flavoured air: Enough to live -- enough to merely be."
- Walt Whitman, Diary in Canada

"No Spring nor Summer Beauty hath such grace
As I have seen in one Autumnal face."
- John Donne

"I built my cottage among the habitations of men,
And yet there is no clamor of carriages and horses.
You ask: "Sir, how can this be done?"
"A heart that is distant creates its own solitude."
I pluck chrysanthemums under the eastern hedge,
Then gaze afar towards the southern hills.
The mountain air is fresh at the dusk of day;
The flying birds in flocks return.
In these things there lies a deep meaning;
I want to tell it, but have forgotten the words."

- Tao Yuan Ming

"I like spring, but it is too young. I like summer, but it is too proud. So I like best of all autumn, because its tone is mellower, its colours are richer, and it is tinged with a little sorrow. Its golden richness speaks not of the innocence of spring, nor the power of summer, but of the mellowness and kindly wisdom of approaching age. It knows the limitations of life and its content."|

- Lin Yutang

"When I speak
My lips feel cold -
The autumn wind."

- Basho

"yellow leaves
bright in the afternoon
by the pond"

- Tanaka, Kimiyo

"Unnoticed,
the passage has occurred;
as I brood,
autumn dusk
dewdrops fall on my pillow.

The voices of insects
and the deer by the fence,
as one,
disturb me to tears
this autumn dusk."

- Princess Shikishi, High Priestess of Kamo Shrine, 12th Century Japan

"In the other gardens
And all up the vale,
From the autumn bonfies
See the smoke trail!

Pleasant summer over
And all the summer flowers,
The red fire blazes,
the grey smoke towers.

Sing a song of seasons!
Something bright in all,
Flowers in the summer
Fires in the fall! "
- Robert Louis Stevenson, Autumn Fires

Autumn colors are slowly arriving.
We do not havethe full effect yet, but I can see it coming.

Love,
Vicky

Painting by Tom Thompson

Autumn colours are truly here, this morning I even saw some red and yellow in the trees. The autumn flowers in the gardens are lovely.

Autumn has arrived in parts of the world where there are four seasons.

Thank you yoko for the lovely images, and yes, autumn is really here, the trees have changed colours.

Love,
Vicky

Even berries arrive in autumn for the animals to enjoy.
I also put some of these stems into a vase and enjoy them on my table.

Love,
Vicky

This lovely autumn picture was painted by Stanislaw Kmiecik by foot and mouth.He had no hands to paint with. It is quite an incredible masterpiece, and adds glorious autumn colours to this thread.

Thank you for sharing this amazingly detailed aqnd lovely autumn painting. It would be quite difficult to create this beauty by hand.

Love,
yoko

Coveted by all
turning into such beauty-
the falling red leaves.

Shiko (1644-1731)

Autumn colours are truly arriving. many trees are yellow and green.

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“Autumn carries more gold in its pocket than all the other seasons.”
― Jim Bishop

“When the autumn meets the tranquillity, there you can see the King of the Sceneries!”

― Mehmet Murat ildan

October gave a party;
The leaves by hundreds came-
The Chestnuts, Oaks, and Maples,
And leaves of every name...

George Cooper

...Of a crisp and sunny morning of the airly autumn days
Is a pictur' that no painter has the colorin' to mock-
When the frost is on the punkin and the folder's in the shock...

James Whitcomb Riley