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