In the Midwest, fall leaves begin to change color in early autumn from pale green to gold, and then go bolder in their hues. These leaves offer a pop of color in the shade of a tree that seems to showcase their beauty against the bark.
“Autumn Leaves” is a great song to hum as I watch the change of colors. And, I like to reread Emily Bronte’s poem about this seasonal spectacle.
Fall, Leaves, Fall
by Emily Bronte
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.