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The leaves as they spark into wild color just before they die are the worldâs oldest performance art, and everything we see is celebrating one last violently hued hurrah before the black and white and silence of winter. ~Shauna Niequist, Bittersweet: Thoughts on Change, Grace, and Learning the Hard Way
The softened light, the veiling haze, The calm repose of autumn days, Steal gently o'er the troubled breast, Soothing life's weary cares to rest. ~Phebe A. Holder, "A Song of October"
Winter dies into the spring, to be born again in the autumn. ~Terri Guillemets
