Campus & Community

Fall commences motley fete

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If “April is the cruellest month,” as T.S. Eliot wrote in his poem “The Wasteland” — then November is certainly the most marvelous. Judging from the glorious display of fall foliage in a Harvard Yard stimulated by chill breezes and hosting a thousand squirrels, this year’s turning leaves are a short-lived sight to behold.

As the days grow shorter, one can witness the leaves’ lifespan from any view — whisking by the library window in some wind-whipped poetic dance, or crunching beneath one’s feet on a brisk morning walk. Moving from red to orange, green to yellow, and shades in between, trees are still a favorite reading spot for students taking advantage of this season before the trees grow bare, and a gray-skied winter sets in.