[GreatWarg]

I, too, have a very poetic description for autumn.

At night, I also tend to take long walks, or rather (because of time) I sit in the backyard on the damp grass like I have done so many times during the summer and think. The stars shine ever brighter, and the foreboding breeze of autumn can be smelt. Green leaves which have swayed in the gentle summer breeze are now fading into lesser yellows, oranges, reds, and golds. I expect the oncoming drift of the coloured leaves soon. And (again, when I have the time) I find myself gazing out of the window at the pale, clear, blue skyk, clouds hovering in the distance over the mountain tops. I know soon the last of the summer harvest will be over, and indeed the early autumn harvest has begun. It is a time that reminds me of the waning of the Elves. Soon, many other days will come, and the Council of Elrond on October 25th, where I shall sit by myself outside, with my lazy beagle at my side, and give a toast to Yavanna, Giver of Fruits. Then my mind will drift into random thoughts, watching the leaves go drifting down, silently landing. And at last, homework shall break my reverie. A toast to autumn!