One Autumn Week © Molly Lin Dutina
The other morning woods bathed golden with sunlight shining through autumn leaves making butterscotch in LED format from on high, amazed. The depth of the woods has been secreted all summer in leaves and shadows. I awoke next morn to gray sky shaking pillowcases full of snowflakes upon fallen leaves and naked trunks. No surface was chilled enough to hold the flakes for more than a few moments murmurs of winter to come. Today the woods are bare the sunlight shows brown trunks and black punctuated by an occasional leaf all this within one autumn week.