Fire

To learn to read is to light a fire; every syllable that is spelled out is a spark.”

--Victor Hugo

The first frost...

"I see, when I bend close, how each leaflet of a climbing rose is bordered with frost, the Autumn counterpart of the dewdrops of Summer dawns. The feathery leaves of yarrow are thick with silver rime and dry thistle heads rise like goblets plated with silver catching the sun."

-- Edwin Way Teale

The Nightingale and the Rose

"She said that she would dance with me if I brought her red roses," cried the young Student; "but in all my garden there is no red rose."

Music amongst the trees...

“There is always music amongst the trees in the garden, but our hearts must be very quiet to hear it.”

--Minnie Aumonier

Autumn morning

"I saw old Autumn in the misty morn
Stand, shadowless like Silence, listening
To Silence."

- Thomas Hood

Still she sings...

“Be as a bird perched on a frail branch that she feels bending beneath her; still she sings away all the same, knowing she has wings.”

--Victor Hugo

Thoughts which are prayers...

"There are thoughts which are prayers. There are moments when, whatever the posture of the body, the soul is on its knees.”

--Victor Hugo