“Aprils have never meant much to me, autumns seem that season of beginning, spring.”
― Truman Capote
Art – Paul Hoecker – Last Rays of the Sun, 1900

“Aprils have never meant much to me, autumns seem that season of beginning, spring.”
― Truman Capote
Art – Paul Hoecker – Last Rays of the Sun, 1900

Now we move into the shades of autumn…
“Smoke hangs like haze over harvested fields,
The gold of stubble, the brown of turned earth
And you walk under the red light of autumn
The scent of fallen apples, the dust of threshed grain
The sharp, gentle chill of autumn…”
– Edith Holden
Art – Eugene Grasset

“Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.” – Albert Camus
Art by Victor Prouvé.

In autumns
we follow the light…
We find it
shuffling her feet on leaves
early yellow
in despairs for winters.
It hurries onto
Your face
As golden as midsummer roses
Absorbing all the beauties
that were…
Press a little bit of it
Under the folded layers
Of your heart
To warm your fire.
Autumn light By Peter Fiore.
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