Fall in Northeast Ohio is so beautiful! I always start reading a lot around this time of the year, mostly romantic, sad, dreary stuff. I thought I would share one of my favorite poems, The Last Rose of Summer by Thomas Moore. My neighbors have a rosebush on the side of the fence facing our driveway that, without fail, remains blooming and will produce one last flower in the first week of November. I can't ever bear to look at it! :cry: 'Tis the last rose of summer, Left blooming alone ; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone ; No flower of her kindred, No rose-bud is nigh, To reflect back her blushes, Or give sigh for sigh. I'll not leave thee, thou lone one ! To pine on the stem ; Since the lovely are sleeping, Go sleep thou with them. Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o'er the bed, Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead. So soon may I follow, When friendships decay, And from Love's shining circle The gems drop away. When true hearts lie wither'd, And fond ones are flown, Oh ! who would inhabit This bleak world alone ?