Falling leaves and flying birds, returning to their roots. Welcome Autumn!

The last dead leaves of fall crackled underfoot, winter-crisp.

Listen, the snow is falling and it is not Christmas yet.

I guess I'm just feeling Septemberish," sighed Chester. "It's getting towards autumn now. And it's so pretty up in Connecticut. All the trees change color. The days get very clear―with a little smoke on the horizon from burning leaves. Pumpkins begin to come out.

The weather is starting to cool down. The leaves will begin to transform to beautiful red, yellows, and oranges. Welcome Autumn!

When the last leaf falls,
what will die within us?