But now in autumn with the black and outcast crows
Share we the spacious world: the whispering year is gone:
There is more room to live now: the once secret dawn
Comes late by daylight and the dark unguarded goes.
Between the mutinous brave burning of the leaves
And winter’s covering of our hearts with his deep snow
We are alone: . . .It is the human season.
—from “Immortal Autumn” by Archibald Macleish
While you browse the photos of this autumn morning, perhaps you’d like to listen to “What Wondrous Love Is This (arr. for chamber ensemble),” performed by Ensemble Galilei (click play button below to hear audio).
