A change is upon us.
Huddled over a fallen silver maple.
A late autumn confluence at the East Putney Brook.
Between the assertions.
A late flourish at the Great Meadows.
A truss of fruit half-buried after plowing.
Young turkey tails ascend a fallen birch.
Could there be anything finer?
Delicacy along the interstices.
Atop the ridge, a solemn gathering.