Now is the solstice in still waters. The brilliant autumnal colors are red and yellow and the various tints, hues, and shades of these. Blue is reserved to be the color of the sky, but yellow and red are the colors of the earth flower. Every fruit, on ripening, and just before its fall, acquires a bright tint. October is the red sunset sky, November the later twilight.
Color stands for all ripeness and success.
So they troop to their graves, light and frisky. They put on no weeds. Merrily they go scampering over the earth, selecting their graves, whispering all through the woods about it. The winters come now as fast as snowflakes. It is wonderful that old men do not lose their reckoning.