"I cannot endure to waste anything as precious as autumn sunshine by staying in the house. So I spend almost all the daylight hours in the open air." ~ Nathaniel Hawthorne
I took these photographs over the past two days. They were all taken either on my property or down the street from my property.
The stillness of October goldWent out like beauty from a face.
E. A. Robinson
"Even if something is left undone, everyone must take time to sit still and watch the leaves turn." ~ Elizabeth Lawrence.
"Beauty is one of the rare things that do not lead to doubt of God." ~ Jean Anouilh 
How innocent were these trees, that in Mist-green May, blown by a prospering breeze,
Stood garlanded and gay;
Who now in sundown glow
Of serious color clad confront me with their show
As though resigned and sad,
Trees, who unwhispering stand umber, bronze, gold;
Pavilioning the land for one grown tired and old;
Elm, chestnut, aspen and pine, I am merged in you,
Who tell once more in tones of time,
Your foliaged farewell.
Siegfried Sassoon, October Trees
All still when summer is over
stand shocks in the field,
nothing left to whisper,
not even good-bye, to the wind.
After summer was over
we knew winter would come:
we knew silence would wait,
tall, patient calm.
William Stafford, Tragic Song
October is nature's funeral month. Nature glories in death more than in life. The month of departure is more beautiful than the month of coming - October than May. Every green thing loves to die in bright colors. ~ Henry Ward Beecher 
Colors burst in wild explosionsFiery, flaming shades of fall
All in accord with my pounding heart
Behold the autumn-weaver
In bronze and yellow dying
Colors unfold into dreams
In hordes of a thousand and one
The bleeding
Unwearing their masks to the last notes of summer
Their flutes and horns in nightly swarming
Colors burst within
Spare me those unending fires
Bestowed upon the flaming shades of fall.
Dark Tranquility, With the Flaming Shades of Fall
Just before the death of flowers,And before they are buried in snow,
There comes a festival season
When nature is all aglow.
Author Unknown
The milkweed pods are breaking,And the bits of silken down
Float off upon the autumn breeze
Across the meadows brown.
Cecil Cavendish, The Milkweed
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"Bittersweet October. The mellow, messy, leaf-kicking, perfect pause between the opposing miseries of summer and winter." ~ Carol Bishop Hipps
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