AUTUMN MORNING

Evening Post, Volume CXIX, Issue 104, 4 May 1935, Page 28

AUTUMN MORNING

(Original)

It is autumn, the time of harvest, the decay of leaves, the time of mellow fruitfulness. At dawn there is a faint haze around the common, place, everyday world, which transforms it into a mysterious fairy4ike country. The only vivid patch of colour in the mist is the russet-browu and gold tint of the vague, shadowy trees and hedges, with the rosy pink of the roofs. ( . ' Somewhere a pig is giving sleepy grunts of pleasure, while a rooster is raising his voice in a rusty,"Cock-a-doodle-doo!" Presently we hear some slight movement and notice a light in > on* cottage which glimmers in the dimness'like a fairy lantern.' ; Soon after this we see the milkman going his daily round with his horse breathing with great puffs of steam for it is a frosty morning and the air is sharp and keen. ... . . °.> : He notes the hoar, the spider's web making a delicate pattern be* tween the branches,of the almost bare trees, the early flowers and plant* curled up in tight masses of green. „ The milkman passes on while his horse stoops to snatch a few grass stalks laid bare by the sickle. He has finished his round and goes hom6. while other, men^ and'- labourers wend their ways to offices and fields.' Autumn has begun.- . . - 'Brooklyn. _' "Sunshine Elf (14).