The time of the falling leaves has come again.
Once more in our morning walk we tread upon carpets of gold and crimson,
of brown and bronze, woven by the winds or the rains
out of these delicate textures while we slept.
How beautifully the leaves grow old!
How full of light and color are their last days!
There are exceptions, of course.
The leaves of most of the fruit-trees fade and wither and fall ingloriously.
They bequeath their heritage of color to their fruit.
Upon it they lavish the hues which other trees lavish upon their leaves....
But in October what a feast to the eye our woods and groves present!
The whole body of the air seems enriched by their calm, slow radiance.
They are giving back the light they have been absorbing from the sun all summer.
~John Burroughs, "The Falling Leaves," Under the Maples
leaves are easy to clean up.
walnuts.
not so much.
visit our artists of shadows.
enjoy the moments.
just BE.
robin.
6 comments:
I always receive so much joy and pleasure in your thoughtful and beautiful posts. Have a great weekend!
I do so agree with, Kathe, Robin! You always share so much joy and wisdom through your posts! Thank you!
So love the first line of the poem. And your photos are a beautiful complement to the poem itself. The isolated walnut has a sense of lonely glory and in the second photo it seems to be held in final beauty. So lovely.
The leaves of autumn are beautiful, from the fiery oranges to the ruby red, an autumnal carpet awaits us before the snow adds a monochrome layer. The best of Fall lies just underfoot. I wonder if there is a squirrel anywhere that could crack that walnut?
Beautiful autumn shadows and light Robin!
I have accidentally ran over walnuts with my lawn mower a many a time. Not good for the blades haha.
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