Autumn.


“Autumn is a second spring when
every leaf is a flower.”
I love it because of the smells that you speak of;
and also because things are dying,

things that you don’t have to take care of anymore,
and the grass stops growing.”


“Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor,
summer an oil
painting and autumn a mosaic of them all.”

The leaves fall, the wind blows,
and the farm country


slowly changes from the summer cottons into its winter wools