Autumn

By all these lovely tokens autumn days are here, with summer's best of weather, and autumn's best of joyfulness, every soul is dedicated to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth, seeking the consecutive autumns. There is harmony in the air, and the days become vivacious and brittle under fruitage heavens, a luster is in the atmosphere, which through the summer is not perceived or understood, as if it could not be, as if it had not been! the landscape is decorated in glowing shades of scarlet, saffron and russet. Autumn's fire burns slowly along the forests, and day by day the lifeless leaves fall and melt down, I trust in nature for the steady laws of prettiness and usefulness, Leaves grow old gracefully; bring such joy in their last lingering days, How vibrant and bright is their final flurry of life. The magic of autumn has seized the rural areas, the air is intense and vibrant and full of possibilities, everything looks like a supernatural oil portraits, Autumn leaves with an emotionless caress, leaving us to grieve the frosty grip, of winter in extended sunset.