Autumn weather, autumn trees

The autumn is, and for some there, it has already crossed the door of the winter.
Season of strolls in forests, red colors on green, season pleasure for the natural photographers.

Here are some autumn glances, among many others.

And to accompany them, this song which I learnt in the 1950s, in primary school, towards which one presented us as those of Mrs de Sévigné, and who would be, according to Wikipedia, of Jacqueline Debatte for the words and its friend Francine Cockenpot for the melody, both scout leaders. They would have created this ritornello towards 1942/1943, bound for the young people of the camps of scouting.
It is the tune and the last two stanzae that best seem to me to answer the melancholy of the autumn.
Indeed, both first ones depend too many on the regional context (neither sweet chestnuts nor autumn crocuses grow everywhere).

Autumn crocuses in the meadows
bloom, bloom
Autumn crocuses in the meadows
It is the end of the summer

The autumn leaf taken by the wind
In monotonous round fall by swirling

Sweet chestnuts in wood
Split, split
Sweet chestnuts in wood
Split under steps

The autumn leaf taken by the wind
In monotonous round fall by swirling

Clouds in the sky
Stretch, stretch
Clouds in the sky
Stretch as a wing

The autumn leaf taken by the wind
In monotonous round fall by swirling

And this song in my heart
Murmurs, murmurs
And thissong in my heart
Call the happiness

The autumn leaf taken by the wind
In monotonous round fall by swirling

I shall add this quatrain of Jacques Faureau de Congnac, quoted by Estienne Pasquier, whose first edition appeared in 1596,
and which also seems to me good to translate the tone of the autumn.

The Sea, the Love, the Death, kiss, inflamed, starts,
The Nave, the Lover, the Human, who goes, who sees, who lives
His stream, hs fire, his scythe, grumbles, eats away, delights,
The course, the heart, the body, at the age, at the man, at the soul.

What we said about it in 1690 in the dictionary of Furetière :

AUTUMN. The third season of the year when we collect particularly wines and winter fruits. When the summer is rainy we usually have beautiful one autumn. In some Provinces have counted years by autumns, and the others by winters, as at the Saxons.