I want to say something so embarrassing about September that even the leaves start blushing and turning red.
I love like a leaf in the wind. Please, hold your applause until the end of the performance (the last day of fall). ?
and the leaves were telling secrets to the wind. Peter Mulvey
With its leaves so rich and heavy with elation and its crimson face made brighter with visions of divinity the shadow of a certain rose looks just like an angel eating light.
Are ye the ghosts of fallen leaves, O flakes of snow, For which, through naked trees, the winds A-mourning go?
I was drinking in the surroundings: air so crisp you could snap it with your fingers and greens in every lush shade imaginable offset by autumnal flashes of red and yellow.