Autumn Rhythm
There is music in the meadows, in the air–
Autumn is here;
Skies are gray, but hearts are mellow,—William Stanley Braithwaite, “A Lyric of Autumn” (1904)
We stopped to pick the leaves that cover the beds of grass behind the cafeteria on campus. It’s not the season for rainbows and hanging laundry- it’s the season for blowing leaves, cool autumn showers, and the crunchy sound of leaves crackling beneath feet.
Picture taken by Noori during our walk today;


