:: Autumn Colours ::

While W prefers Spring, for the Sakuras,
I personally prefer Autumn, for the Momijis.
"More reflective," I tell him.
Spring embodies growth and energy and youth;
All is sprouting, thriving.
Autumn, on the other hand, embodies
Maturing, shedding and age.
Maybe I am getting old.

Look at those colours!
The last beauty of nature.
Before it fades away, completely.

Keat's "To Autumn", 1819
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,

Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;

Conspiring with him how to load and bless

With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;

To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,

And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;

To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells

With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,

And still more, later flowers for the bees,

Until they think warm days will never cease,

For Summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.