The falling leaves
Drift by the window
The autumn leaves
Of red and gold……
The color on the hills are predominantly yellow, green, and shades of a muddy ochre color that mixed with the rest, is rather pretty. The cottonwoods along the creek bank are yellow and the fallen leaves smell of this sticky sweet rotten smell that I love. It’s not really a bad smell, musky maybe. Like the smell of tobacco, it makes me hungry.
Up on the hills the big leaf maples are splotches of yellow, and the nubbly carpet of the black oaks are intermixed with the spikes of the pines. The mist invades and sinks through the trees, veiling them in a not so clear haze, at least it happens on the foggy days, like today was.
It’s mists and breaks in the sun and yellows and browns and spice and sweet….