Go, Sit Upon The Lofty Hill, And Turn Your Eyes Around, Where Waving Woods And Waters Wild Do Hymn An

“Go, sit upon the lofty hill, And turn your eyes around, Where waving woods and waters wild Do hymn an autumn sound. The summer sun is faint on them— The summer flowers depart— Sit still— as all transform’d to stone, Except your musing heart.”

-Elizabeth Barrett Browning

~ Autumn Ambience ~

Choose your autumn pathway 🍁

Looking forward to my grey hair to finally take over my whole head so I can really scare the neighborhood kids with my cackling

“November again. It’s more winter than autumn…The trees are revealing their structures. There’s the catch of fire in the air. All the souls are out marauding. But there are roses, there are still roses. In the damp and the cold, on a bush that looks done, there’s a wide-open rose, still. Look at the colour of it.”

— Ali Smith, Autumn (via soracities)