We Find Beauty
The leaves dive to the ground, and pile themselves upon the barren earth. Fog, in the meantime, rolls up and over the mountain to cloth the trees. Clouds cover the sky entirely. Nothing, but a lonely gray can be seen, from east to west and north to south.
A storm is coming.
The air becomes frigid. As the trees dress the earth so also we dress ourselves in layers. Winter is months away, but we can feel it coming. We can sense it slipping slowly into our Autumn joy. Leaf piles become cold and moist; jack-o-lanterns begin rotting away; gardens start to die; and the beautiful array of color dims.
Autumn grows old.
Yet somewhere in the heart of this all we find beauty.