Every Leaf Speaks Bliss to Me

"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."

by Emily Brontë

Many poems have been written about the beautiful season of autumn, but I rather like this excerpt from the one by Emily Brontë.

Wishing you a wonderful weekend. We have a sunny Saturday, but a few little dappled clouds are appearing in the sky warning us of a change to come.