"Every leaf speaks bliss to me,
fluttering from the autumn tree."
- Emily Bronte
Those colorful days are gone -
the blue skies of early October,
when the clinging leaves patched the sapphire sky with their tangerine hues,
when the maples wore their splendid attire,
and the towering larch tree was crowned in gold,
when the birds luxuriated in the symphony of sunshine and crisp air,
when the berries and crab-apples enticed the senses of sight and taste
and the late summer bloomers exhibited their last trace of beauty,
when even the tattered red foliage beautifully mingled with the contrasting motley of nature,
when the autumnal colors lent beauty and cheerful ambiance to man-made structures,
when the leaves finally fell one by one, settling and floating on a little stream, piling onto the others and thickening.
They have become memories, stored in my mental treasure chest and preserved by my camera. Although they have long withered, the bliss that they whispered to my ears has reached my heart where it lives on, and on, and on.....
"He has made everything beautiful in its time.
He has even put eternity in their hearts."
(Ecclesiastes 3:11)
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