Random Act of Poetry

Fall, leaves, fall...

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.

 

Emily Jane Bronte

Telltale Signs of Autumn

Nothing is more fleeting than external form, which withers and 

alters like the flowers of the field at the appearance of autumn.

                                                                               - Umberto Eco