" It was, as I have said, a fine autumnal day,
the sky was clear and serene,
and nature wore that rich and golden livery
which we always associate with the idea of abundance.
The forests had put on their sober brown and yellow,
while some trees of the tenderer kind had been nipped by the frosts
into brilliant dyes of orange, purple, and scarlet."
{Legend of Sleepy Hollow}
These days a glory abounds,
windswept and wild the leaves fall.
The sunlight, emanating a golden glow,
a shimmer of bronze in the autumn light
settling softly in the air.
The breeze holds a sweetness that fills the soul,
tendrils of woodsmoke dancing in the atmosphere
on this fine autumnal day.