"AUTUMN" by ROGER WRAY
"Spring is a serenade, but autumn is a nocturne. In the waning of the year, the world is full of sombre solemnity and a pathetic sense of old age."
"Autumn is youthful , mirthful, frolic some. The child of summer's joy, and on ever side there are suggestions of juvenility and mischief."
"While spring is a careful artist who paints each flower with delicate workmanship, autumn flings whole pots of paint about in wildest carelessness."
"Our eyes surfeit themselves on the gorgeous feast of colours, purple, mauve, vermilion, saffron,russet, silver, copper, bronze, and old gold."
"The mischievous artist will never rest till he has used up every drop."
"Why do poets feel that autumn is ancient? He romps over the earth, chasing the puppy-like gales, making them scamper over the mirrored pools."
" He torments the stately trees, tears the foliage off in handfuls, rocks them back and forth till they groan, and then scampers away."
"Autumn tempts the sage out of doors, suddenly drenches him, and drives him home saturated to the skin."
"The sage thereupon changes his raiments."
"Murmurs about the solemnity of the drying year and the pensive beauties of autumn."
"The whole spirit of autumn is frolisome and changeful as that of an eager child."
"The lengthening period of darkness is a reminder of the long sleep of a child."
"When the sun awakes each autumn morning he rubs his misty eyes."
"And wonders what antics he will see before bed time."
"Spring is a lovely maiden..."
"Summer a radiant bride."
"But Autumn is a tomboy whose occasional quietness is more alarming than his noisiest escapades." (AUTUMN by ROGER WRAY)
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