Thursday theme: leaves

Listen! the wind is rising,
and the air is wild with leaves,
We have had our summer evenings,
now for October eves!
--Humbert Wolfe, Autumn (Resignation)

O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being,
Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead
Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing,
Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red,
Pestilence-stricken multitudes.
--Shelley, Ode to the West Wind

Words are like leaves; and where they most abound,
Much fruit of sense beneath is rarely found
--Pope