We have had our summer evenings, now for October eves!
Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower. —Albert Camus
Yellow, mellow, ripened days, Sheltered in a golden coating;
O'er the dreamy, listless haze, White and dainty cloudlets floating;
Winking at the blushing trees, And the sombre, furrowed fallow;
Smiling at the airy ease, Of the southward flying swallow
Sweet and smiling are thy ways, Beauteous, golden Autumn days.