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.
How there you sat in summer-time,
May yet be in your mind;
And how you heard the green woods sing
Beneath the freshening wind.
Though the same wind now blows around,
You would its blast recall;
For every breath that stirs the trees,
Doth cause a leaf to fall.
-- Elizabeth Barrett Browning, 1833
I love autumn. I love it when shadows lengthen early in the day. I love it when I go running in the morning, and even knowing that it will be a warm day, there's a hint of cool in the air indicating the season has subtly shifted from the warm embrace of summer to the cooler whisper of fall. I love watching yellowed leaves gently twist in the air to the ground.
I love the prospect of hot cocoa, spiced cider, sweaters, more blankets at night (or ANY blankets at night, really), and cooler weather.
I love it so much, I wish it would hurry and get here! I wore a sweater to work today, justified in the knowledge that it was 55* this morning when i went running and the high was expected to only be 74*. When I left work at 5:00, I was definitely overdressed since the temperature was overachieving at 78*.
But the potential is there.