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| Golden Autumn (1925)
by William Henry Margetson (1861 - 1940) More by Margetson & others |
"The Professor happened to come home earlier than usual one bright October afternoon. He left the walk and cut across the turf, intending to enter by the open French window, but he paused a moment outside to admire the scene within. The drawing-room was full of autumn flowers,dahlias and wild asters and goldenrod. The red-gold sunlight lay in bright puddles on the thick blue carpet, made hazy aureoles about the stuffed blue chairs. There was, in the room, as he looked through the window, a rich, intense effect of autumn, something that presented October much more sharply and sweetly to him than the coloured maples and the aster-bordered paths by which he had come home. It struck him that the seasons sometimes gain by being brought into the house, just as they gain by being brought into painting, and into poetry. The hand, fastidious and bold, which selected and placed--it was that which made the difference. In Nature there is no selection." [Or perhaps there is?]
"We had a beautiful autumn that year, soft, sunny like a dream. Even up there in the air we had so little wind that the gold hung on the poplars and quaking aspens late in November."
from The Professor's House
(Book 1, Chap 6, p 61 & Book 2, Chap 5, p 200)
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"It is another glorious autumn day, but there is a bite the air that tells you there won't be too many left. Winter is waiting impatiently round the corner."
from The Man Who Died Twice
(Chap 4, p 22)
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Such a stylish personification of Winter!
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