Consider the poem Autumn Movement by Carl Sandburg:
I CRIED over beautiful things knowing no beautiful thing lasts.
The field of cornflower yellow is a scarf at the neck of the copper sunburned woman, the mother of the year, the taker of seeds.
The northwest wind comes and the yellow is torn full of holes, new beautiful things come in the first spit of snow on the northwest wind, and the old things go, not one lasts.
No need for tears, because Autumn’s Movement will bring new spring life before you know it, but delight in these photographs and all the beauty that fall brings to our Island.
Photographs by Macy Zhelyazkova.
Wow. The abundant serenity of Cape May in Autumn.
If only it had lasted! We are now being battered by a nor'easter. Sigh!
Gorgeous photos, as usual, so evocative. How I miss Cape May!
Awesome photos. Cape May is beautiful in autumn. It's nice to see so many homeowners decorate outside for the season.