:: there is something in the autumn... ::

" There is something in the Autumn

that is native to my blood ~

Touch of manor, hint of mood

and my heart is like a rhyme,

with the yellow and the purple and

the crimson keeping time.

The scarlet of the maples can shake

me like a cry of bugles going by.

And my lonely spirit thrills

to see the frosty asters like a

smoke upon the hills.

There is something in October

sets the gypsy blood astir;

we must rise & follow her,

when from every hill of flame

she calls and calls

each vagabonding name."

{Bliss Carman}