Fall, leaves

I love Brontë, not just because she wrote a poem that resonates with me so much she could've written it after a conversation with me, but for many other things too.

Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away; 

Lengthen night and shorten day; 

Every leaf speaks bliss to me 

Fluttering from the autumn tree. 

I shall smile when wreaths of snow 

Blossom where the rose should grow; 

I shall sing when night’s decay 

Ushers in a drearier day.

Emily Bront