Autumn means colored leaves: a spectrum of shades between
the green shades of summer and the dull browns of winter. Crimson, fiery red,
maroon, ruddy orange, pure orange, yellow orange, soft yellows and bright
yellows. Red maples, yellow birch, scarlet sycamores, aspen golds. Mottled
leaves of several colors in transition. Each deciduous tree, each bush,
strutting its own autumn wardrobe. Naked willows dancing in the wind. In their
midst, the smug conifers stand. "Evergreen," they say to us,
"ever green."
Those bright autumn spells that bring out the most vivid of hues. Days
so delightful you can almost taste the color. And those cold, crisp nights
when the air has its own special vintage to entice us back outdoors one last
time. A bouquet matched in no other season.
This is how I see Autumn. I hope
such joy, beauty, stability, changeability, and surprises
continue. I love a good season watching it turn,
engendering days of joy and days of melancholy. Adventure always lurks
outside my door.
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