Although I like spring better, autumn is a beautiful time of year. But, for me, it always brings with it a certain restlessness that, no doubt, hearkens back to the days when one's clan/tribe broke camp and moved on.When the leaves fall and the skeins of honking geese take to the wing, that restlessness intensifies and then my nomadic urge to move on really clicks in. So, luckily, this fall my bags are packed and I am more than ready to go.
Enjoy these lovely autumn days, and if you are in the southern hemisphere, happy spring!
The morns are meeker than they were
The nuts are getting brown
The berry's cheek is plumper
The rose is out of town
The maple wears a gayer scarf
The field a scarlet gown
Lest I should be old-fashioned
I'll put a tinket on
Emily Dickinson
