Beautiful Colors of Autumn

Everything is painted with the brush of the Invisible One, let us follow the hidden signs and find the painter.

Rumi

If you tried to paint a picture of my heart, or of God
It could never be beautiful enough.

Hafiz

A cloud stood humbly in a corner of the sky.
The morning saw it and crowned it with splendor.

Tagore

Seeing This

He is the tree, the fruit, and the shade
He is the sun, the light, and the dream
The word and its meaning:
A point in the All
Form in the formless
Infinity in a void.

Kabir saw all this And was blessed.

Kabir

Thank you Inda, these are absolutely beautiful.

Beautiful thread. Thank you for posting.
Here where I live we do get the definite seasons.

From: October's Party
by George Cooper

October gave a party;
The leaves by hundrds came-
The Chestnuts, Oaks, and Maples'
And leaves of every name.
The sunshine spread a carpet,
And everything was grand,
Miss Weather led the dancing,
Professor Wind the band...

Thank you Susan and yoko.


O hushed October morning mild,
Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;
Tomorrow's wind, if it be wild,
Should waste them all.
The crows above the forest call;
Tomorrow they may form and go.
O hushed October morning mild,
Begin the hours of this day slow.
Make the day seem to us less brief.
Hearts not averse to being beguiled,
Beguile us in the way you know.
Release one leaf at break of day;
At noon release another leaf;
One from our trees, one far away.

- Robert Frost, October

Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting
and autumn a mosaic of them all.
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- Stanley Horowitz

quote:

Originally posted by dear Inda:
Seeing This
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...Kabir saw all this And was blessed.

below is from http://www.allscreensaver.com/index/subcat/100/sort/dateD/start/60.html

Thank you for the colorful post.
The colors are here.

Love,
Sue

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

Thank you all for joining in and for youl lovely images and replies.
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Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it,
and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth
seeking the successive autumns.
- George Eliot

There is no season when such pleasant and sunny spots
may be lighted on, and produce so pleasant an effect on
the feelings, as now in October.
- Nathaniel Hawthorne

Fall here is very colorful and beautiful, but it can also get quite cold.

8th century Japanese poem


While the leaves of the bamboo rustle
On a cold and frosty night,
The seven layers of clobber I wear
Are not so warm, not so warm
As the body of my wife .

What a treat these poems and the beautiful pictures!

I will now close my eyes and search for my feelings in midst of the autumn colors ...



Autumn celebrates

itself with flaming colors

moving on in joy







Love,
Margherita

Thank you yoko and Margherita.
Your replies are crowned with beauty.

Love, Inda
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As autumn returns to earth's northern hemisphere,
and day and night are briefly,
but perfectly,
balanced at the equinox,
may we remember anew how fragile life is ----
human life, surely,
but also the lives of all other creatures,
trees and plants,
waters and winds.


May we make wise choices in how and what we harvest,
may earth's weather turn kinder,
may there be enough food for all creatures,
may the diminishing light in our daytime skies
be met by an increasing compassion and tolerance
in our hearts.
- Kathleen Jenks, Autumn Lore

There is no season when such pleasant and sunny spots
may be lighted on, and produce so pleasant an effect on
the feelings, as now in October.
- Nathaniel Hawthorne

Besides the autumn poets sing,
A few prosaic days
A little this side of the snow
And that side of the haze.

A few incisive mornings,
A few ascetic eves, -
Gone Mr. Bryant's golden-rod,
And Mr. Thomson's sheaves.

- Emily Dickinson, Nature: XLIX

Have you ever noticed a tree standing naked against the sky,
How beautiful it is?
All its branches are outlined, and in its nakedness
There is a poem, there is a song.
Every leaf is gone and it is waiting for the spring.
When the spring comes, it again fills the tree with
The music of many leaves,
Which in due season fall and are blown away.
And this is the way of life.
- Krishnamurti