I re-live in my heart the truth of Ada's observation,
quoted several times before*:
"Ada had tried to love all the year equally . . .
Nevertheless, she could not get over loving autumn best . . . "
Cold Mountain ~ Charles Frazier
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And to take it one step further,
nor can I, autumn after autumn, get over
loving the red leaves best!
The poets, even those deprived of sight,
have named the red leaves fire & scarlet:
Helen Keller: "Autumn is the American season. In Europe the leaves turn yellow or brown and fall. Here they take fire on the trees and hang there flaming. Life, too, we think, is capable of taking fire in this country; of creating beauty never seen."
Oh, what a beauty doth the world put on
These peerless perfect autumn days . . .
with brightly painted leaves . . .
But so exquisitely blended are the lights and shades,
The golds, scarlets and purples, that no sense is wearied . . . [see ~ also]
Archibald MacLeish:
the red leaves both here & above
were photographed in England!
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*Always Autumn
Time's Most Favored Season
My Times
Bright Blue Autumn
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