Autumn in the park

In the two and a half weeks I was gone, autumn arrived in “my” park.  Most of the flowers are gone and trees have taken over the color scheme.  Nights are chilly and mornings, when I walk, crisp.  Geese float on the river, taking off in honking groups.  A few days ago, the only walker on the path, I encountered a buck which suddenly stepped onto the path not far ahead of me.  We both stopped, eye the other, but as I reached slowly for my phone (camera), he bounded off.

“Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.”
~Albert Camus

“I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.”
~L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables

“The tints of autumn…a mighty flower garden blossoming under the spell of the enchanter, frost.”
~John Greenleaf Whittier

“I cannot endure to waste anything so precious as autumnal sunshine by staying in the house.”

[Notebook, Oct. 10, 1842]
~Nathaniel Hawthorne, The American Notebooks

“Listen! The wind is rising, and the air is wild with leaves,
We have had our summer evenings, now for October eves!”
~Humbert Wolfe

“But then fall comes, kicking summer out on its treacherous ass as it always does one day sometime after the midpoint of September, it stays awhile like an old friend that you have missed. It settles in the way an old friend will settle into your favorite chair and take out his pipe and light it and then fill the afternoon with stories of places he has been and things he has done since last he saw you.”
~Stephen King, Salem’s Lot