Motionless, the ears don't hear its hushed breath as it lay mute in quiet pause surrounded by the expeditious movement of a burning landscape. Yet within that cloistered space the flame of it awakens the soul, offering an effortless nudge – even as in stillness it rests, drenched in the habitualness of the day. The blur of greens, yellows, reds and browns mix with a constant blur of light and you feel something of fall standing amongst its elements, and you wonder too, how to translate the passing of it. Much later, at the time you step back – away from that musing, something coaxes your spirit to continue its dance midst the sunlight there.
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October gave a party; The leaves by hundreds came -
The Chestnuts, Oaks, and Maples, And leaves of every name.
The Sunshine spread a carpet, And everything was grand,
Miss Weather led the dancing, Professor Wind the band.
– George Cooper
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