Their presence may be o’er;
The dearest voice that meets our ear,
That tone may come no more!
Youth fades; and then, the joys of youth,
Which once refresh’d our mind,
Shall come — as, on those sighing woods,
The chilling autumn wind.
from The Autumn
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1833)
Great decorations that are just an imagination away,
and beautiful flowers are still in bloom!
But best of all is the spectacular show from mother nature!!