Autumn Walk by Emily Taylor

The palette of the leaves is changing, and the ferns beginning to dry and curl. Delicate spider embroideries collect jewels of dew, and wildflowers flourish in their last seasonal dances under a deep blue sky. Shy deer startle and dart over crunching leaves, while squirrels rustle busily in the underbrush, stocking their winter larders. We don our cozy knits once more, pulling them from their summer-long naps at the backs of our closets; we identify trail-side mushrooms, and collect the apples growing wild in the field; we admire the rose hips lying thickly in the bush, and at dusk we return to our comforting firesides to complete our handicrafts.