Autumn Musings from Virginia Woolf

The autumn leaves, ravaged as they are, take on the flash of tattered flags kindling in the gloom of cool cathedral caves where gold letters on marble pages describe death in battle and how bones bleach and burn far away in Indian sands. The autumn trees gleam in the yellow moonlight, in the light of harvest moons, the light which mellows the energy of labour, and smooths the stubble, and brings the wave lapping blue to the shore … The nights now are full of wind and destruction; the trees plunge and bend and their leaves fly helter skelter until the lawn is plastered with them and they lie packed in gutters and choke rain-pipes and scatter damp paths. ~ Virginia Woolf, from To the Lighthouse

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2 responses to “Autumn Musings from Virginia Woolf

  1. The way she winds her words is pure magic and reminds me that I wish autumn were longer. I hope you are getting a taste of autumn in your island home even though you’re far away from sugar maples and aspens!

  2. What lovely description. Thank you for posting it!

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