Autumn is over the long leaves that love us,
And over the mice in the barley sheaves;
Yellow the leaves of the rowan above us,
And yellow the wet wild-strawberry leaves.
The hour of the waning of love has beset us,
And weary and worn are our sad souls now;
Let us part, ere the season of passion forget us,
With a kiss and a tear on thy drooping brow.

(W.B. Yeats, "The falling of the leaves")


Thanks so much to @liliblue for assigning me the 10th place in her lovely lovely contest "Mini Fall" by @liliblue here

Thanks so much to @msyu for assigning me the 5th place in her contest "seasons: autumn" here
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