Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Fall Leaves

Fall, leaves, fall
Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away; Lengthen night and shorten day; Every leaf speaks bliss to me. Fluttering from the autumn tree. I shall smile when wreaths of snow. Blossom where the rose should grow; I shall sing when night's decay. Ushers in a drearier day.

Emily Jane Brontë