On the motionless branches of some trees,
autumn berries hung
like clusters of coral beads,
as in those fabled orchards
where the fruits were jewels…
-Charles Dickens
Someone stole into my yard overnight and decorated my trees with jewels.
Hung them with glittering rubies;
made them heavy with sapphires and amethysts;
and accents of yellow topaz.
And so it begins, the extravagance of autumn; getting all dressed up for the ball. Adorning herself with her pretty baubles, admiring herself in her finery; but all too soon she will be covering it all up, in a cloak of silver and white.
Oh, I love fall, but I am so aware of winter, waiting icily in the wings.
