Autumn burned brightly, a running flame through the mountains, a torch flung to the trees. – Faith Baldwin, American Family
Catch a vista of maples in that long light and you see Autumn glowing through the leaves…. The promise of gold and crimson is there among the branches, though as yet it is achieved on only a stray branch, an impatient limb or an occasional small tree which has not yet learned to time its changes. – Hal Borland
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