When I was walking yesterday, along the Empire State Trail, I found that I was truly enjoying the beauty of autumn. To me, autumn has always seemed like a sad season, a preparation for the cold iciness of winter. The days grow shorter and the nights lengthen, as do the shadows. But this year, I could see the magic that autumn brings, with the colorful leaves and the flowers that stubbornly stay around. Today, I am sharing some of my photographs of autumn leaves, together with a few poems by writers who truly and deeply understood the transitional nature of autumn.
first green is gold,
hardest hue to hold.
early leaf’s a flower;
only so an hour.
leaf subsides to leaf,
Eden sank to grief,
dawn goes down to day
gold can stay.”
leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;
night and shorten day;
leaf speaks bliss to me
from the autumn tree.
shall smile when wreaths of snow
where the rose should grow;
shall sing when night’s decay
in a drearier day.
time of year thou mayst in me behold
yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
those boughs which shake against the cold,
ruin’d choirs where late the sweet birds sang.
me thou seest the twilight of such day
after sunset fadeth in the west,
by and by black night doth take away,
second self, that seals up all in rest.
me thou seest the glowing of such fire
on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
the death-bed whereon it must expire,
by that which it was nourished by.
This thou perceiv’st which makes thy love
To love that well which thou must leave ere