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The summer-flower has run to seed,
And yellow is the woodland bough;
And every leaf of bush and weed
Is tipped with autumn’s pencil now.

And I do love the varied hue,
And I do love the browning plain;
And I do love each scene to view,
That’s marked with beauties of her reign.
(John Clare)

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Use what you have, use what the world gives you. Use the first day of fall: bright flame before winter's deadness; harvest; orange, gold, amber; cool nights and the smell of fire. Our tree-lined streets are set ablaze, our kitchens filled with the smells of nostalgia: apples bubbling into sauce, roasting squash, cinnamon, nutmeg, cider, warmth itself. The leaves as they spark into wild colour just before they die are the world's oldest performance art, and everything we see is celebrating one last violently hued hurrah before the black and white silence of winter.
( Shauna Niequist from Bittersweet: Thoughts on Change, Grace, and Learning the Hard Way)

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"Autumn Wood"
by Albert Bierstadt

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A haiku

roses in autumn -
their beauty far surpasses
roses in June

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Thanks to FreeFoto.com

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taking the one less travelled by
a picture to admire, a poem to ponder, music to meditate by
and a saying by Lao-Tzu
http://takingtheonelesstravelledby.blogspot.com