:: autumnal days ~ word gathering ::

“ It was, as I have said, a fine autumnal day, the sky was clear and serene,

and nature wore that rich and golden livery which we always associate with the idea of abundance.

The forests had put on their sober brown and yellow,

while some trees of the tenderer kind had been nipped by the frosts

into brilliant dyes of orange, purple, and scarlet.

Streaming files of wild ducks began to make their appearance high in the air;

the bark of a squirrel might be heard from the groves of beech and hickory nuts,

and the pensive whistle of the quail at intervals from the neighboring stubble field”

{Legend of Sleepy Hollow}

~ golden leaves line the garden paths and freckle the lawns

~ I smelled autumn in the air

~ autumnal starlight

~ coffee drifted to mingle with the fresh, rainy air

~ glints of copper and gold

~ the wind was high, it moaned & grumbled among the chimneys

~ aglow with soft light

~ under the clouds a lowering autumn sky

~ in the glow of a fine autumn day

~ the crackle of peat on the hearth & the soft patter of rain on the thatch

~ the red & yellow leaves of maple and larch whispering down in showers with a papery whispering caress

~ in a welter of autumn-bright trees

~ a deep, tawny gold with shimmers of brown and amber & sherry

~ a cold autumn air drifted through the room, mingling with the fire's smoky warmth

~ the air was so crisp & fresh that I paused before shuttering the window, breathing in the smell of dead leaf, dried apples, cold earth and damp sweet grass

~ chill air and jewel-deep sky

~ autumn leaves like fire & honey

~ into the golden sea of chestnut leaves

~ of misty hollows and wooded ridges

~ of crisp wind and crimson leaves

~ the wood was autumn-still

~ wisps of autumn mist

~ mellow gold in the late-fall sun

~ in the light of the autumn moon

~ the autumn wind came rustling down from the hill, dry leaves hurrying in its wake, quick & light as footsteps of a ghost

~ on a quiet autumn morning, crisp & still

~ pure shimmering gold to deep undulating amber

~ the orchard was where she lay one day in early autumn, as the light turned low & golden so heavy around her, she imagined she could taste it

~ the end of an autumn day - the light of the setting sun was cooling from oranges & reds to bluer shades

~ spider-webbed light of dawn

~ the air held the chill breath of autumn

~ leaves ankle deep on a gusty autumn road

~ wind scattering the red & yellow leaves in a whirlwind of confetti

~ the air was musty with far-off bonfires, sharp, with the edge of a twilight chill

~ shimmering beneath the autumn sun

~ twisted boughs & shadowy trunks...soft grays mingled with fading gold leaves

~ there's a feel of autumn in the wind

~ October - dry leaves chattered beneath the apple tree

~ a beautiful bright autumn day, with air like cider and a sky so blue

~ like an autumn leaf swirling joyfully, wind-borne

~ the afternoon expansive, the light golden

~ North wind in the autumn tumbles & tosses

~ charging the air with a new sort of energy

~ the mold & mushroom of autumn

~ beneath the crisp scent of autumn leaves

~ pale plumes rose in welcome from chimneys, filling the air with the autumn scent of woodsmoke

{words gathered from various sources, not my own}