All-cheering Plenty, with her flowing horn, Led yellow Autumn, wreath'd with nodding corn.

Autumn wins you best by this, its mute Appeal to sympathy for its decay.

How well I know what I mean to do / When the long, dark autumn-evenings come.

Halloween creatures both friendly & gruesome peered out of the rustling leaves.

Earth's crammed with heaven, And every common bush afire with God; And only he who sees takes off his shoes; The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries.

It is Autumn, as you know, and things are beginning to die. It is so wonderful to be out in the crisp Fall air, with the leaves turning gold and the grass turning brown and the warmth going out of the sunlight and big hot fires in the fireplace while Buddy rakes the lawn. We see a lot of bombs on TV because we watch it a lot more, now that the days get shorter and shorter, and darkness comes so soon, and all the flowers die from freezing.