Fires of Autumn

The trees wear coats of flame, each leaf’s descent a celebration, crisp air carries the scent of decay, a fragrant farewell to summer’s warmth.

Beneath, the earth sighs, crunching underfoot, whispers of seasons past, while the horizon blushes, with the embers of a cautious dusk.

Embrace the change, the cycle, as fire feeds the ground, it prepares for the rebirth that lies beneath the frozen skin of winter, each season a revolution, a story written in the bark, the bones.

• Polia de Montalcini