Ode to Autumn

The Autumn

By Elizabeth Barrett Browning

  

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.

Spooky Spectacular

Halloween is my all-time favorite holiday.  I am not sure whether it's the fantasy of pretending to be someone else for a night or the delight of wearing fancy, frilly clothes or the delicious joy of buckets of free candy.  The sights and sounds and smells of Halloween trigger such nostalgia for me.