“This was one of those perfect New England days in late summer where the spirit of autumn takes a first stealing flight, like a spy, through the ripening country-side, and, with feigned sympathy for those who droop with August heat, puts her cool cloak of bracing air about leaf and flower and human shoulders.” FirstsHumansCountrySpiritSidesPerfectAirFlowerLateSummerEnglandStealingShouldersFlightHeatAutumnLeafsSpyAugustCloaksNew EnglandSummertimeSummer DaysRipeningSummer SunSummer GardenSummer InspirationalLeaves And FlowersLate Summer Author:Sarah Orne Jewett
“So passeth, in the passing of a day, Of mortal life, the leaf, the bud, the flower; No more doth flourish after first decay, That erst was sought to deck both bed and bower Of many a lady and many a paramour. Gather therefore the rose whilst yet in prime, For soon comes age that will her pride deflower. Gather the rose of love whilst yet in time, Whilst loving thou mayst loved be with equal crime.” FirstsAgeCrimeFlowerPrideBedEqualRosePassingPassingsMortalsPrimeDecayLeafsBudDeck Author:Edmund Spenser