I chose Fall, leaves, fall by Emily Brontë for this challenge. The photo shows my mom sitting in a window of an old building in Italy on an October afternoon many years ago. It seemed fitting!

Fall, leaves, fall​

By Emily Brontë
Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;
Lengthen night and shorten day;
Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Fluttering from the autumn tree.
I shall smile when wreaths of snow
Blossom where the rose should grow;
I shall sing when night’s decay
Ushers in a drearier day.