Belle matinée de novembre (Fine November Morning), Franz Courtens (1854-1943). Roubaix, La Piscine, Musée d'Art et d'Industrie André Diligent.Photo (C) Musée La Piscine (Roubaix), Dist. RMN-Grand Palais / Arnaud Loubry
Late summer, early autumn. Warmth yields to rain and above all an explosion of colour.
Take the time to watch autumn and its colours calmly settling over the landscape through our selection of images, accompanied by a poem by François Coppée, the French poet, playwright and novelist (1842-1908).
“It is the exquisite and early hour,
The sudden sunrise reddens the sky.
Through the autumn mist
The garden leaves fall.
Their fall is slow. We can follow them
We our eyes and recognise
The oak by its leaf of copper,
The maple by its leaf of blood.
The last ones, the most rusty,
Fall from the bare branches;
But it is not winter yet.
A fair light sprinkles down on
Nature and in the whole rosy sky,
You would think it was snowing gold.”
François Coppée, "October Morning", Le Cahier rouge (1892).