How cold is this season! Even the lights are cold; they have put shawls of fog around them, see! Winter’s knocking at the door. Now, November's fire burns slowly along the woods, they blend with autumn zephyrs sighing; tone and color, frost and fire. The fire burns and kettle sings.

Everything bursting with its season beauty; hold your applause until the end of the performance (the last day of fall). Its bag full of leaves lying as carpet, rich and rare, content to sleep, their work well done. Every falling leaf encourages them to try again next year; lesson: the harder you fall, the stronger your climbs, the higher your pedestal.

The October extinguished itself in a rush of howling winds and November trembled like a butterfly. The reddening November trees are crowning glory of the year!

The daylight is cold and there's a tang of turning leaves in the air. They split themselves from the twig, swirl and ballet in the space. Leaves are lessening from the trees, as if, they have lived there life this season. They plunge in the arm of Mother Nature and she greets them in her own spongy way.

I considered naming this week the fog days but between the folds of the cloudy blanket that keeps draping our city each morning, there are glorious moments of sunshine and warmth. I have a mix of both types of imagery to depict a cool, crisp autumn. Is it any coincidence that “awesome” sounds so much like “Autumn"?

Pumpkins, bonfire, nature walks, smores, autumn leaves, lattes, apple cider, hoodies, hot cocoa, boots, jeans, cuddling, crisp air, Halloween, full moon, frost, fog, rain, melancholy, corn, fireplace, flushed cheeks. I live for Autumn. October, baptize me with leaves! O autumn! O teakettle! O grace!