Welcome, Thursday!  The week is flying by, and fall is flying in.  It's sweater weather at its finest, cool mornings and gentle afternoons.  Blue skies and colorful leaves shouting a gleeful hallelujah to the heavens before settling down for a winter's nap.  Truly, what's not to love about autumn's vivid hues?  Emily Dickinson must have felt the same way in the poem below. 




Swift River, White Mountain National Forest, New Hampshire

 

The name -- of it -- is "Autumn" --

The name -- of it -- is "Autumn" --
The hue -- of it -- is Blood --
An Artery -- upon the Hill --
A Vein -- along the Road --

Great Globules -- in the Alleys --
And Oh, the Shower of Stain --
When Winds -- upset the Basin --
And spill the Scarlet Rain --

It sprinkles Bonnets -- far below --
It gathers ruddy Pools --
Then -- eddies like a Rose -- away --
Upon Vermilion Wheels --





Autumn in Door County, Wisconsin



I hope you have a day filled with love and beautiful colors!