Autumn Window

Fall, Leaves, Fall
Emily Brontë
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.

I love living in a part of the world that has four seasons.
Wonderful autumn, how I love you!

As always, collages are better seen in large, so that we can see the whole photo without scrolling down to see only parts at a time.

The photos were taken this morning after rain during the night.