Descriptive Essay - The Woods in Autumn

The Woods in Autumn

It is not true that the close of a life which ends in a natural fashion-

--life which is permitted to put on the display of death and to go out in glory-

--inclines the mind to rest. It is not true of a day ending nor the passing of

the year, nor of the fall of leaves. Whatever permanent, uneasy question is

native to men, comes forward most insistent and most loud at such times. There

are still places where one can feel and describe the spirit of the falling of

leaves.

At Fall, the sky which is of so delicate and faint a blue as to contain

something of gentle mockery, and certain more of tenderness, presides at the

fall of leaves. There is no air, no breath at all. The leaves are so light

that they sidle on their going downward, hesitating in that which is not void to

them, and touching at last so intangible to the earth with which they are to

merge, that the gesture is much gentler than a greeting, and even more discr...