Friday, 3 October 2008

Welcome to October

"I know the year is dying,
Soon the summer will be dead,
I can trace it in the flying
Of the black crows overhead;
I can hear it in the rustle
Of the dead leaves as I pass,
And the south winds` plaintive sighing
Through the dry and withered grass......
Mortimer Crane Brown.

"On the motionless branches of some trees, autumn berries hung like clusters of coral beads, as in those fabled orchards where the fruits were jewels....
Charles Dickens.

"It was a morning of ground mist, yellow sunshine, and high rifts of blue, white-cloud-dappled sky. The leaves were still thick on the trees, but de-spangled gossamer threads hung on the bushes and the shrill little cries of unrest of the swallows skimming the green spaces of the park told of autumn and change.
Flora Thompson.

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