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

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

Halloween creatures both friendly & gruesome peered out of the rustling leaves.

Autumn casts a spell and dying never was so beautiful.

If only humans could die like the autumn leaves, with a splash of beauty and the promise of another season.

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.