The leaves are falling fast and furious, those glorious autumnal shades are drifting on the grass and are thick clumps in the woods, and the nights are drawing in.
The clocks went back last night marking the end of British Summer Time so it's going to get harder to get yourself out of bed in the morning, and it will be easy to think who wants to go out for a run in the dark as the evenings draw in?
Autumnal colours - Duravit Vero console basin
Duravit Vero Console Basin on Vero Furniture in Mediterranean Oak + Towel Rail + Mirror
Song at the Beginning of Autumn
Now watch this autumn that arrives
In smells. All looks like summer still;
Colours are quite unchanged, the air
On green and white serenely thrives.
Heavy the trees with growth and full
The fields. Flowers flourish everywhere.
Proust who collected time within
A child's cake would understand
The ambiguity of this -
Summer still raging while a thin
Column of smoke stirs from the land
Proving that autumn gropes for us.
But every season is a kind
Of rich nostalgia. We give names -
Autumn and summer, winter, spring -
As though to unfasten from the mind
Our moods and give them outward forms.
We want the certain, solid thing.
But I am carried back against
My will into a childhood where
Autumn is bonfires, marble, smoke;
I lean against my window fenced
From evocations in the air.
When I said autumn, autumn broke.
Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower
Albert Camus
Autumn ... the year's last loveliest smile
William Cullen Bryant
