Glows from the burning brilliance:
Blazing autumn trees
A chilled mist clung to the forest floor, an ethereal veil of white wrapped around the base of each tree, folded over stones and snagged on briars. Gliding down from ripening vines, dry grape leaves of hammered gold scattered across the rich, dewy grass. Behind emerald curtains of foliage, the canopy was illuminated with strokes of scarlet and washes of crimson, tints of tangerine and patches of saffron. The scent of hearth smoke tinged the refreshing cold air, while the first fallen leaves crunched softly beneath my feet. Autumn has finally arrived.