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Autumn's colours are fading fast but there are still signs of it lingering on.
Yesterday while walking Winter along a local trail I spotted this maple stubbornly holding on to its leaves, framing the long dead teasel heads that will provide next years flowers..
As the wheel turns once more..
"Magnificent Autumn! He comes not like a pilgrim, clad in russet weeds. He comes not like a hermit, clad in gray. But he comes like a warrior, with the stain of blood upon his brazen mail. His crimson scarf is rent.... The wind.... wafts to us the odor of forest leaves, that hang wilted on the dripping branches, or drop into the stream. Their gorgeous tints are gone, as if the autumnal rains had washed them out. Orange, yellow, and scarlet, all are changed to one melancholy russet hue.... There is a melancholy and continual roar in the tops of the tall pines.... It is the funeral anthem of the dying year".
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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