Balancing to stay within the walk,
the wind has moved right in and caused a spin to stay.
Colors and the energy are in the air,
quantum perception as autumn foliage has been left unsaid, and to this lore falls on the day itself.
October 25th, Sunday afternoon in the woods,
all by myself. Wind and light after the rain.
A bird falling for the fox as it sings, and there comes the winter crow too, unlock the clever mind.
Looking upon the lore,
secrets of the forest; owl, butterfly.
Can an owl foretell the date of color so slow?
A Rubecula Robin sitting on the ground and lost it's red vest.
Serenity of the forest is locked in crowds of orange red, gold.
Balancing brook runs right through the woods and doesn't appear to have changed much since last year.
Taxidermy Finch will be making his rounds to collect the leaves.
A close up of all the yellow autumn trees, and its disappearing fast!
Gold must fall, pass quietly, yellow is hidden in the forest
looking for the red fox in the late evening sun.