The essence of fall

by chuckofish

Pumpkins, chrysanthemums, leaves, ivy, and wet pavement.

Ay, thou art welcome, heaven’s delicious breath,
When woods begin to wear the crimson leaf,
And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief,
And the year smiles as it draws near its death.

–from “October”, a sonnet by William Cullen Bryant