and now comes Autumn

Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Courtesy of Wikipedia

“Go, sit upon the lofty hill, And turn your eyes around, Where waving woods and waters wild Do hymn an autumn sound. The summer sun is faint on them— The summer flowers depart— Sit still— as all transform’d to stone, Except your musing heart.”

Just past the equinox, a word picture of autumn and its variations as the summer wanes and winter comes ever closer.