In golden-leafed promise the welcome murmur of autumn leads us wool-wrapped and willing towards winter's chilled embrace.
Beneath weighted sky with stiffened air all nature folds her collar-up; and in hinted-season and time-drawn apparel, makes ready for short and sharpened breath.
Afternoon-dimmed with leaf-softened tread, the dampened woods draw close their quiet mantle. No stirring nor feathered chatter heard. The whispering air in silent branch brings gentle haze to blur the eye......the trees withdrawn, once more, stand ready.