Disebabkan kegatalan aku ni,aku nak hapdet gak blog pasal autumn a.k.a musim luruh biarpun aku tak berada di England hatta tak penah pi negara bermusim-musim.
Musim luruh adalah musim yang sangat menyentuh hati aku..bila tengok dedaunan keemasan yang gugur tu..rasa keheningan dan kesepian dalam hati melimpah ruah dan jadi sayu dan rasa keseorangan,terasing dalam diri sedalam-dalamnya...
Autumn is the most loveliest season of all..the most beauty of diaphanous..and subconciously in one heart solitude.
For some, it's a beloved fall ritual: a drive through the countryside to ooh and aah over the changing foliage. For others, staring at leaves is about as exciting as watching dew dry.
Autumn brings the melancholy feeling..deep inside us.
It’s not a sadness or lost but the feeling of isolates,a remaining of hurts left and broken heart that can never mend.
When a golden and crisp foliage fall..the sign of the end season we’ve been through.. subconciously we realize how loneliest we are.
Similar examples may be found in Irish poet William Butler Yeats' poem The Wild Swans at Coole where the maturing season that the poet observes symbolically represents his own ageing self. Like the natural world that he observes he too has reached his prime and now must look forward to the inevitability of old age and death. French poet Paul Verlaine's "Chanson d'automne" ("Autumn Song") is likewise characterised by strong, painful feelings of sorrow. Keats' To Autumn, written in September 1819, echoes this sense of melancholic reflection, but also emphasises the lush abundance of the season.
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| Season of loneliness |
Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay. ~Robert Browning
No man can taste the fruits of autumn while he is delighting his scent with the flowers of spring. ~Samuel Johnson
The foliage has been losing its freshness through the month of August, and here and there a yellow leaf shows itself like the first gray hair amidst the locks of a beauty who has seen one season too many. ~Oliver Wendell Holmes
It was one of those perfect English autumnal days which occur more frequently in memory than in life. ~P.D. James
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,
No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds - November!~Thomas Hood, "No!"
Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all. ~Stanley Horowitz
How beautifully leaves grow old. How full of light and color are their last days. ~John Burroughs
There is a harmony in autumn, and a luster in its sky, which through the summer is not heard or seen, as if it could not be, as if it had not been! ~Percy Bysshe Shelley
Youth is like spring, an over praised season more remarkable for biting winds than genial breezes. Autumn is the mellower season, and what we lose in flowers we more than gain in fruits. ~Samuel Butler
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