Fall is a time of thanks, reflection and review. As the leaves change and the days get shorter we seem to have more time to review our lives and take stock for planning our future. Unless of course, we are tired from raking leaves.
Fall, leaves, fall;
Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;
Fall, leaves, fall;
by Emily Jane Brontë (1818 - 1848)
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.
Artwork courtesy of Kacei 2007 (c)
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