Autumn Leaves

It felt like fall for the first time on Thursday morning. It's strange to be living in a place where the colours seem to burn the leaves from the branches and yet not feel engulfed in Autumn. It's strange it is so necessary for me to be so encapsulated by the feeling of a season before I feel I can revel in it.


This reminds me of runaway bride:


this reflection is astounding:


the ever lovely Hyde Park in London:


Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;
Lengthen night and shorten day;
Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Fluttering from the autumn tree.

I shall smile when wreaths of snow
Blossom where the rose should grow;
I shall sing when night's decay
Ushers in a drearier day.

Emily Jane Brontë