Praise for Autumn

Bold sun, breeze, gold and amber leaves, the ground covered in papery leaf debris, with lighting-rods of red. Squirrels play chase across the leaf bed sounding like a herd of elephants. One lone hawk turns into a circle of five or six, gliding far above the water, a backdrop of piercing blue and cloud-puff at its wing. Winds fan the water northeast. Rustle & whisper. Cold cawk of a bird off behind the sun.