And now we watch
the conflagration of the trees,
each leaf scorched
to its own bright splendor.

It is not death but contemplation
written in the season’s change.

Peace is yet the dome we live beneath.
Our hearts still measure out
the cadence of that dream.

The time has come
to put things back in order.

Take courage, hallow hope
with joy. We do not
go alone.

~Amy Belding Brown

False blue,
Color of lilac.
Heart-leaves of lilac all over New England,
Roots of lilac under all the soil of New England,
Lilac in me because I am New England,
Because my roots are in it,
Because my leaves are of it,
Because my flowers are for it,
Because it is my country

    from “Lilacs,” by Amy Lowell