"[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

#BookWormSat #haiku #autumn

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

#BookwormSat
#CastleSaturday
#Caturday
#ChessSaturday
#NonFictionSaturday
#PostboxSaturday
#RomanSiteSaturday
#SarcophagusSaturday
#SaturdayMono
#SaturdayStatue
#SaturdayStripes
#SaturdaySwans
#SculptureSaturday
#SixOnSaturday
#SpireSaturday
#StaircaseSaturday
#SaturdayStairs

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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📷 unknown

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]

"From my hand, autumn eats its leaf: we are friends. "

📕 Paul Celan, Corona. Transl. Pierre Joris
🎨 Georgia O'Keeffe, Autumn Leaves

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'I know of the leafy paths that the witches take
Who come with their crowns of pearl and their spindles of wool,
And their secret smile, out of the depths of the lake'
-W. B. Yeats

🎨Walter Crane
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'O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being,
Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead
Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing'
-Percy Bysshe Shelley

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🍂 Victor Prouvé

There came a day that caught the summer
Wrung its neck
Plucked it
And ate it
Now what shall I do with the trees?
The day said, the day said.
Strip them bare, strip them bare.
Let’s see what is really there.
…
There came this day and he was autumn…

There came a day
Ted Hughes
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🖼️ Klimt

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. They frenzy forth.... Such are the autumn people. Beware of them."
Something Wicked This Way Comes
Ray Bradbury
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🖼️ Van Gogh

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"Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness"
~John Keats