AUTUMN 



GREAT contented 

 hush pervaded the 

 Beech Woods and 

 adjacent fields this 

 Autumn afternoon. 

 The season of fruit- 

 age and fulfillment 

 that slowly drifted 

 down the September 

 days seemed to 

 pause in wonder- 

 ment at all the opu- 

 lence of fields and woods. Over the 

 corn field stretching away toward the 

 West a golden opalescent light flooded 

 the open spaces and cast long mellow 

 rays in among the trees, lighting up 

 the mosaic of the forest floor and rest- 

 ing warmly upon the gray beech boles. 

 Myriads of dancing insects filled the 

 air and flying beetles winged their un- 

 certain flight here and there among the 

 shocks in endless journeyings across 

 the sun. Faintly glimmering gossa- 

 mer, now touched with golden light, 

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