Chrysanthemum in Fall

Autumn, Eric Sloane

A few days ago I walked along the edge of the lake and was treated to the crunch and rustle of leaves with each step I made. The acoustics of this season are different and all sounds, no matter how hushed, are as crisp as autumn air.

- Eric Sloane (1905-1985)

October, Thomas Bailey Aldrich

October turned my maple's leaves to gold;
The most are gone now; here and there one lingers.
Soon these will slip from out the twig's weak hold,
Like coins between a dying miser's fingers.

- Thomas Bailey Aldrich (1836-1907), October