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Clumps of snow still dot the crowns...

Clumps of snow still dot the crowns of oaks—small clouds, a rain of angelic hats. Flaming orange and red leaves rattle in the wind.

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The wind is busy dismantling its favorite...

The wind is busy dismantling its favorite instrument. I can now see clear to the ridgetop through the thinning trees—the sky beyond.

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Rain. And in the woods, a continual...

Rain. And in the woods, a continual downward flight of leaves, meandering from side to side like all lost things. The rain falls harder.

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White-throated sparrows in the meadow...

White-throated sparrows in the meadow—their quavery notes. Behind the curtain of gold leaves, a split-second glimpse of a hawk’s wing.

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Mist and quarry noise. In my four-day...

Mist and quarry noise. In my four-day absence, green has drained from the trees, and the aliens in my yard have put up three blue flowers.

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Colored leaves turn backwards in the...

Colored leaves turn backwards in the cold wind—still the same pale green. A pileated woodpecker’s distant chant.

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Overcast. The softly glowing reds and...

Overcast. The softly glowing reds and yellows, the hum of crickets, even the normally annoying call of a towhee all inspire nostalgia.

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As so often in fall, a clear morning...

As so often in fall, a clear morning sky means not clarity but inversion—the bellowing of trucks. A yellow leaf lands with a soft click.

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After a warm night, half the lilac&#...

After a warm night, half the lilac’s leaves are brown and curling. What is it about warmth this time of year that makes it so debilitating?

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Most of the edge and understory trees...

Most of the edge and understory trees are bare now, and I can see under the oak canopy clear to the crest of the ridge and the sky beyond.

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