“We walked down a crunchy, leafed path as the sun shot through the tall, semi-bare trees. Yellows, browns, oranges and reds still clung to life and those that had lost the battle decorated the foliage and grounds.”
“The sun drops into the ocean and splashes browns and red and yellows and oranges into the world outside my window.”
“Leaves in every shade of the autumn spectrum - red, yellow, orange, brown - littered the ground at my feet, crunching beneath my boots as I stepped out of the car and looked around.”
“The sun had become a light yellow yolk and was walking with red legs across the sky.”
“The goldenrod is yellow,The corn is turning brown...The trees in apple orchardsWith fruit are bending down.”
“This far north the sun was still up, although very low, riding through the mountains as if looking for something it lost on the ground.”