There is thoughtful peace to be found in the words left by others—a trail of language that leads us to our own fresh perspectives.
Read and reflect on some the wisdom that has been shared by others about this glorious time of year.
Everyone must take time to sit and watch the leaves turn.
A few days ago I walked along the edge of the lake and was treated to the crunch and rustle of leaves with each step I made. The acoustics of this season are different and all sounds, no matter how hushed, are as crisp as autumn air.
Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.
The leaves fall, the wind blows, and the farm country slowly changes from the summer cottons into its winter wools.
It is only her in large portions of Canada that wonderous second wind, the Indian summer, attains its amplitude and heavenly perfection, — the
temperatures; the sunny haze; the mellow, rich delicate, almost
flavoured air: Enough to live — enough to merely be.
Autumn is the eternal corrective. It is ripeness and color and a time of maturity; but it is also breadth, and depth, and distance. What man can stand with autumn on a hilltop and fail to see the span of his world and the meaning of the rolling hills that reach to the far horizon?
Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all.
I am rich today with autumn’s gold,
All that my covetous hands can hold;
Frost-painted leaves and goldenrod,
A goldfinch on a milkweed pod,
Huge golden pumpkins in the field
With heaps of corn from a bounteous yield,
Golden apples heavy on the trees
Rivaling those of Hesperides,
Golden rays of balmy sunshine spread
Over all like butter on warm bread;
And the harvest moon will this night unfold
The streams running full of molten gold.
Oh, who could find a dearth of bliss
With autumn glory such as this!
Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature’s peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop off like autumn leaves.