With fall comes a mass of changes. More so than spring and summer. At least it feels faster and stronger to me. I was reading an Emily Bronte poem and thought it very fitting for this 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.