"Dreary season! Enchanted eyes! I enjoy your farewell beauty- I love the lush nature's decay, Forests dressed in crimson and gold, In their branches the wind's noise and fresh breath, And the skies covered with a wavy mist, And a rare sunbeam, and the first frosts, And distant threats of gray winter."
"Dreary season! Enchanted eyes! I enjoy your farewell beauty- I love the lush nature's decay, Forests dressed in crimson and gold, In their branches the wind's noise and fresh breath, And the skies covered with a wavy mist, And a rare sunbeam, and the first frosts, And distant threats of gray winter."
"Dreary season! Enchanted eyes! I enjoy your farewell beauty- I love the lush nature's decay, Forests dressed in crimson and gold, In their branches the wind's noise and fresh breath, And the skies covered with a wavy mist, And a rare sunbeam, and the first frosts, And distant threats of gray winter."
an image of a woman's face in a tree with red leaves
a woman's eye in a tree with red leaves
a dark painting of a tree with red berries
a close up of a woman's eye in a dark forest