“The magic of autumn has seized the countryside; now that the sun isn't ripening anything it shines for the sake of the golden age; for the sake of Eden; to please the moon for all I know.” — Elizabeth Coatsworth Copy Share Image
“November comes And November goes, With the last red berries And the first white snows. With night coming early, And dawn coming late, And… — Elizabeth Coatsworth Copy Share Image
“The magic of autumn has seized the countryside; now that the sun isn't ripening anything it shines for the sake of the golden age;… — Elizabeth Coatsworth Copy Share Image
