...I see the colors of rust and tea dyed cloth and hot apple cider.
Our Birch tree looks like the leaves have clung to its trunk - or it has been decoupaged by a somewhat incompetent 'paster'. This is actually the layers of the trunk slowly changing color and releasing themselves from the bark.
I see all of the leaves which sheltered us during the summer now laying on the ground, ready to decay into the earth beneath them.
Some would look at this 'weedy mess' and see just that. But you and I see the colors and the textures and its all quite beautiful isn't it.
"Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt." - William Allingham