I did mean to post this to the autumnal #BookWormSat, but alas, I've only now noticed that I left out the hashtag..!

AUTUMN, by Ali Smith (2016)

“Autumn 2016… the UK is in pieces, divided by a historic once-in-a-generation summer. Love is won, love is lost. Hope is hand in hand with hopelessness… Here is time, ever-changing, ever cyclical. Here comes Autumn”
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“…there comes to me the sharp picture of New York at its best, on a shiny blue-and-white Autumn day with its buildings cut diagonally in halves of light and shadow, with its straight neat avenues colored with quick throngs, like confetti in a breeze.”
Dorothy Parker, “My Home Town” 1928
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"Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns."

George Eliot's Letter to Miss Lewis, October 1, 1841
🎨 Alfred Stevens 'Autumn' (1876)
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'The trees are revealing their structures. There’s the catch of fire in the air. All the souls are out marauding. But there are roses, there are still roses. In the damp and the cold, on a bush that looks done, there’s a wide-open rose, still.'

Ali Smith, Autumn
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🎨Elena Smal

"[A] final deep red gleam caught Eleanors attention, like a closing eye bleeding among the trees. The wind was strengthening and pulling leaves loose by the thousand. Swarms of them tumbled through the dimly lit quadrangle"

"Horror at Halloween: Eleanor"
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🖼️ "Lost Hearts"

"It was as though he were lying in the arms of Autumn, wrapped about by her veiling mists, and drawing in the fragrance of her tears."
A Kiss for the Leper
Francois Mauriac
(Gerard Hopkins, translator)
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From the dew-soaked hedge creeps a crawly caterpillar
When the dawn begins to crack
It's all part of my autumn almanac
Breeze blows leaves of a musty-coloured yellow
So I sweep them in my sack
Yes, yes, yes, it's my autumn almanac

Autumn Almanac -The Kinks #BookWormSat

on a bare branch
a crow is perched
autumn evening

✍️ Matsuo Bashō
🖌️ Kawanabe Kyosai, Crow Resting

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this autumn
why do i grow old
bird in a cloud

kono aki wa
nande toshi yoru
kumo ni tori

✍️ Matsuo Bashō

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Where did they go?

Where the leaves go in autumn, Will said.

Bran looked at him and seemed suddenly to relax; he grinned. There's poetic, now.

Will laughed. It's true. Of course, the trouble with leaves is, they grow again...

-Susan Cooper
The Dark is Rising

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🎨 Albert Lorieux

an autumn eve -
an hour of leisure
in a fleeting life

✍️ Yosa Buson
🖌️ Utagawa Hiroshige, Wading Crane and Trailing Clover

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'It was one of those perfect English autumnal days which occur more frequently in memory than in life.'

A TASTE FOR DEATH
P. D. James (1986) 💙📚
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early autumn -
fleecy clouds
sail across the myriad stars

✍️ Iida Dakotsu,
translations: Yuzuru Miura

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"Where do they come from? The dust. Where do they go? The grave.... They sift the human storm for souls, eat flesh of reason, fill tombs with sinners.... In gusts they beetle-scurry.... Such are the autumn people. Beware of them."
- Ray Bradbury, "Something Wicked This Way Comes"
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Saturday

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#Caturday
#ChessSaturday
#NonFictionSaturday
#PostboxSaturday
#RomanSiteSaturday
#SarcophagusSaturday
#SaturdayMono
#SaturdayStatue
#SaturdayStripes
#SaturdaySwans
#SculptureSaturday
#SixOnSaturday
#SpireSaturday
#StaircaseSaturday
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to mouse in the bramble patch
come,
"let us dine on autumn fayre"

from: "often I stop and look back"
bardofcumberland.com/poetry/

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Closing Time; In a Loaning

By Seamus Heaney

Spoken for in autumn, recovered speech / Having its way again, I gave a cry: "Not / beechen green, but these shin-deep coffers / Of copper-fired leaves, these beech boles grey."

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“It seems very dark outside.”
“There is a fog, Sir. If you will recollect, we are now in Autumn, season of mists and mellow fruitfulness.”
“Season of what?”
“Mists, Sir, and mellow fruitfulness.” ~ The Code of the Woosters (1938), P. G. Wodehouse.
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[🎨Herb Roese]