Isn’t fall great? Even though summer is coming I still miss fall so much. Which is why I decided to post this old fall photo shoot I did last Fall. Here are two poems about fall that I just fell in love with.
With faint dry sound,
Like steps of passing ghosts,
The leaves, frost-crisp’d, break free from the trees
– Adelaide Crapsey, 1878-1914, November Night
“I cannot endure to waste anything as precious as autumn sunshine by staying in the house.
So I spend almost all the daylight hours in the open air.
– Nathaniel Hawthorne