Listen! the wind is rising, and the air is wild with leaves,
We have had our summer evenings, now for October eves!
Autumn is the eternal corrective. It is ripeness and colour
and a time of maturity; but it is also breadth, and depth,
and distance. What man can stand with autumn on a hilltop
and fail to see the span of his world and the meaning
of the rolling hills that reach to the far horizon?
The wind-blown leaves turn
Dancing the golden sunlight
Across the tired floor.
Waft at wind's gentle prodding--
Autumn rites recur.
Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it,
and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth
seeking the successive autumns.
No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace
as I have seen in one autumnal face.
Winter is an etching,
spring a watercolor,
summer an oil painting
and autumn a mosaic of them all.
Swinging on delicate hinges
The autumn leaf
Almost off the stem.
The midi is "La Luna" - sequencer unknown