Somebody broke a rainbow and hurled it to the ground. It splattered its paint pot colors on every tree around. Now the riotous shades of Autumn are flinging themselves at the day, where a startling radiant sentinel may snatch your breath away. The rolling hills blend the colors like a crazily patterned quilt; while the sun strikes a flame on branches that only the winter can wilt. When dusk settles down on the valley, the lights go out on the trees. But morning wakens the sunshine, and renews the dance of the leaves.
~ Elizabeth Ann Hammill