“In autumn velvety shawls of maroon and sienna drape hillsides that fold down upon willow-braided streams.”

“Books are carefully folded forests/void of autumn/bound from the sun”

“As you sit on the hillside, or lie prone under the trees of the forest, or sprawl wet-legged by a mountain stream, the great door, that does not look like a door, opens.”

“The weeping willows, on the other hand, are evocative of death. They are a little contrived, a little exaggerated, still green in the middle of all the colors of autumn, and there is a human pathos to them.”

“Autumn teaches us that fruition is also death; that ripeness is a form of decay. The willows, having stood for so long near water, begin to rust. Leaves are verbs that conjugate the seasons.”

“Should we take my car or yours to the marina?" Sienna asked."yours definitely" jason answered."you know the spider is temperamental" Sienna warned. "we could end up breaking down.""thats what im hoping for,"Jason confessed "nothing betterthan breaking down with you, and getting stuck somewhere." he leaned close and whispered in her ear. "all alone."Sienna gave him that slow, sexy smile of hers and grabbed his hand. "my car it is.”