"So Autumn’s not the end, not the last rung
Of any ladder in the yearly climb
"When that is deathly old which once was young,Since time’s no ladder but a constant wheel
"Like an old paddled mill that dips and churns
The mill-race, and upon the summit turns
"Unceasingly to heel Over, and scoop fresh water out of time."
Poem: Vita Sackville-West , The Garden, Autumn
Pictures: Greenfield Village in Dearborn Michigan, October 2009