Leave have been used away from nature to cover Adam and Eve (fig leaves), decorate Roman columns (acanthus) and to advance Christian thought (holly and ivy). Leaves tell us stories, as must leaves in a book. In autumn, green leaves turn to flaming colours of reds and yellows. New shoots and new beginnings turn to feelings or melancholy and change. Here, Robert E. Jackson delves into his incredible collection of vintage photographs and shares snapshots on the theme of leaves. As ever, let’s imaging the stories between…       “Come, little leaves,” said the Wind one day, “Come to the meadows with me and play. Put on your dresses of red and gold; For Summer is past, and the days grow cold.” ― George Cooper, Come, Little Leaves     The falling leaves drift by the window The autumn leaves of red and gold I see your lips, the summer kisses The sun-burned hands I used to hold – Autumn Leaves, Nat King Cole     “It was one of those early November mornings that are as beautiful as any in spring. There was gold everywhere, drifts of it on the elm tree, flakes of gold under our feet, gold dust on the hedges, liquid gold in the refracted falling light.” ― Elizabeth Goudge, The Dean’s Watch     Why do you whisper, green grass? Why tell the trees what ain’t so? Whispering grass, the trees don’t need to know – Whispering Grass (Don’t Tell the Trees), The Ink Spots     Oh, it’s a long, long while from May to December But the days grow short When you reach September When the Autumn weather turns the leaves to flame One hasn’t got time for the waiting game – Frank Sinatra, September Song     “Then the eyes of both of them were opened, and they realized they were naked; so they sewed fig leaves together and made coverings for themselves.” – Genesis 3:7     Well, it’s a marvelous night for a moondance With the stars up above in your eyes A fantabulous night to make romance ‘Neath the cover of October skies And all the leaves on the trees are falling To the sound of the breezes that blow You know I’m tryin’ to please to the calling Of your heartstrings that play soft and low – Van Morrison, Moondance     “It seemed as he had been falling for years. Fly, a voice whispered in the darkness, but Bran did not know how to fly, so all he could do was fall.” ― George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones     We’ve lots more from Robert E. Jackson on the site. And you can follow him here for more great stuff. The post From Eve To Autumn – A Celebration of Falling Leaves appeared first on Flashbak.