19 September 2012
Yellow leaves and autumn reds, Deep, dark green and holly-heads, Russet sunshine through the glade, This is how the fall is made:
Sometimes rain, The lightest sheen, Patchy sunlight, In between.
Always cold, Breath plumes of smoke, A warm, warm fire, We'll have to stoke.
Frosty ground, Deceptive ice, Who believes... ... That autumn's nice?
Autumn's Here. • Opuss № I