Autumn fire...

I came home from work today as the autumnal sun bathed this tree in her golden light.
I couldn't help myself. 

I grabbed my camera and tried to capture the beauty of the moment...

Autumn

by: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)

Thou comest, Autumn, heralded by the rain,

With banners, by great gales incessant fanned,

Brighter than the brightest silks of Samarcand,

And stately oxen harnessed by the wain!

Thou standest, like imperial Charlemagne,

Upon thy bridge of gold; thy royal hand

Outstretched with benedictions o'er the land,

Blessing the farms through all thy vast domain.

Thy shield is the red harvest moon, suspended

So long beneath the heaven's o'erhanging eaves,

Thy steps are by the farmer's prayers attended;

Like flames upon an altar shine the sheaves;

And, following thee, in thy ovation splendid,

Thine almoner, the wind, scatters the golden leaves!

And now for just a few more photos...

Life Through My Lens - Autumn Fire....

As the sun slips towards the horizon

Autumn's flames burst forth

- Mindy Durrant - November 2012

Autumn moments...

On my way through Spanish Fork canyon last weekend autumn colors were beginning to appear.

Here is a sampling of what I saw.

Late Autumn

by William Allingham

 October - and the skies are cool and gray 

O'er stubbles emptied of their latest sheaf,

Bare meadow, and the slowly falling leaf. 

The dignity of woods in rich decay 

Accords full well with this majestic grief 

That clothes our solemn purple hills to-day, 

Whose afternoon is hush'd, and wintry brief 

Only a robin sings from any spray. 

And night sends up her pale cold moon, and spills 

White mist around the hollows of the hills,

Phantoms of firth or lake; the peasant sees 

His cot and stockyard, with the homestead trees, 

Islanded; but no foolish terror thrills

His perfect harvesting; he sleeps at ease.