Fall, Leaves, Fall
Fall, leaves, fall. die, flowers, away;
Lengthen night and shorten day,
Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Fluttering from the Autumn tree.
I shall smile when wreaths of snow
Blossom where the rose should grow;
I shall sing when night's decay
Ushers in a drearier day
Emily Bronte(1818-1848)
This lovely verse by Emily Bronte captures the essence of this beautiful time of year. In Britain it is called Autumn and in The States Fall. Anyone fortunate enough to have journeyed through New England at this time knows how magnificent the colours of the woods and forests are. Coming from Europe nothing prepares you for the magnificence of the New England Fall. The coach loads of tourists driving around marvelling at the spectacle of the rich colours of foliage are known as Leaf peepers. Often the beautiful jewel like colours of gold, ruby and amber are reflected perfectly in the waters of the many stunning lakes.
On a smaller scale these beautiful colours can be seen in Britain too, from the Beech woods in the South to the Lake District and Scotland in the North. Spring is the Princess of the seasons and Autumn is surely the Queen.
By the way of course you know that Emily Bronte wrote Wuthering Heights, a tale of intense passion between Cathy and Heathcliff set on the Yorkshire moors, with a miserable end.
So happy Autumn to you all and enjoy the beautiful colours around you.
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