Reds, oranges, yellows, and browns fill the landscape. Leaves turn as temperatures fall. Slowly rotting while they quiver and hold on to branches with the last of their remaining strength in a futile struggle.
Dew drops on grass slowly shifts to frost, leaving icy fingers on browning blades of grass, awaiting the first flurries of snow.
Day continues to surrender to night, while the scant odor of wood smoke grows steadily as time passes. Orange light streams in through windows, illuminating dust bunnies cast by unpacked jackets, coats, hats, gloves, and scarves.
Autumn is only beginning. Watch as one phase leads to the next. Before long, the leaves will carpet dormant grass, and snow will make way to winter.
© Sarah Doughty