October is the fallen leaf, but it is also a wider horizon more clearly seen. It is the distant hills once more in sight, and the enduring constellations above them once again.
A snowdrift is a beautiful thing - if it doesn't lie across the path you have to shovel or block the road that leads to your destination.
Knowing trees, I understand the meaning of patience. Knowing grass, I can appreciate persistence.
A woodland in full color is awesome as a forest fire, in magnitude at least, but a single tree is like a dancing tongue of flame to warm the heart.
Summer is a promissory note signed in June, its long days spent and gone before you know it, and due to be repaid next January.
Year's end is neither an end nor a beginning but a going on, with all the wisdom that experience can instill in us.
