“...and the leaves were telling secrets to the wind.” ~Peter Mulvey

I love the chill October days, when the brown leaves lie thick and sodden underneath your feet ... the evenings in late autumn time, when the white mist creeps across the fields, making it seem as though old Earth, feeling the night air cold to its poor bones, were drawing ghostly bedclothes round its withered limbs.

JEROME K. JEROME, "Silhouettes"

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I love the chill October days, when the brown leaves lie thick and sodden underneath your feet ... the evenings in late autumn time, when the white mist creeps across the fields, making it seem as though old Earth, feeling the night air cold to its poor bones, were drawing ghostly bedclothes round its withered limbs.

JEROME K. JEROME, "Silhouettes"

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 I love the chill October days, 

when the brown leaves lie thick and sodden 

underneath your feet ... 

the evenings in late autumn time, 

when the white mist 

creeps across the fields, 

making it seem as though old Earth, 

feeling the night air cold to its poor bones, 

were drawing ghostly bedclothes 

round 

its withered limbs. 

~Jerome K. Jerome

a tapestry of leaves at 

Nickerson State Park

in autumn. October 2013.