
9. Falling Leaves by Olga Wisinger-Florian (1899) To walk over richly-coloured leaves strewn on the ground is one of autumn's most distinctive feelings; Wisinger-Florian captures it so perfectly that you can almost hear the leaves rustling, hear footsteps crackling over them. https://t.co/FtQQaNP3Gf

She was kneeling and she was worshipping – and Miss Somerville, made nervous by what was obviously going to be more emotion, said sharply: ‘What’s the matter? They’re just autumn crocus. I put some in a few years ago and they’ve spread.’ ‘Yes, I know. I know they’re autumn crocus.’ She looked up, pushing her hair off her forehead, and it was as Mis
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Just the words I think I prefer. . . . #poetry#fall#death
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instagram.comThere are also the winds of autumn, those that whirl through the streets tearing the dry, ruddy-brown leaves from their moorings.
David Abram • Becoming Animal
the blades of grass in the breeze, changing color as they went, from dark to light, like the nap of velvet when you brushed your hand over it; the way the stream of water broke itself into droplets as it splashed against the cup’s rim.
Celeste Ng • Little Fires Everywhere: The New York Times Top Ten Bestseller
