Friday, June 5


'the one had leaves of dark green that beneath were as shining silver, & from each of his countless flowers a dew of silver light was ever falling, & the earth beneath was dappled with the shadows of his fluttering leaves'
~JRR Tolkien
'do not think of your faults, still less of others' faults; look for what is good & strong, & try to imitate it. your faults will drop off, like dead leaves, when their time comes'
~John Ruskin

'I still get wildly enthusiastic about little things... I play with leaves. I skip down the street & run against the wind'
~Leo Buscaglia

It was the noise
Of ancient trees falling while all was still
Before the storm, in the long in
Between the gathering clouds, & that light breeze
Which Germans call the Wind's bride
~charles godfrey leland

And fresh from the clear brook; sweetly they slept
On the blue fields of heaven, & then there crept
A little noiseless noise among the leaves,
Born of the very sigh that silence heaves:
For not the faintest motion could be seen
Of all the shades that slanted o'er the green.
~John Keats

Coldly, sadly descends
The autumn evening. The field
Strewn with its dank yellow drifts
Of wither'd leaves, & the elms,
Fade into dimness apace,
Silent; hardly a shout
From a few boys late at their play!
~matthew arnold

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