198. Autumn is the dim shadow that clusters about the sweet precious things that God created in the realm of nature. ~Northern Advocate
That soft autumnal time...
The year's last, loveliest smile,
Thou comest to fill with hope the human heart,
And strengthen it to bear the storms a while,
Till winter days depart...
Far in a shelter'd nook
I've met, in these calm days, a smiling flower,
A lonely aster, trembling by a brook...
~John Howard Bryant
In autumn the Maker’s pigments turn from the soft pastels of springtime to emboldened, jewel tones.