Sometimes words are nice.
"A picture is a poem without words." -Horace
Fall is my absolute favorite season! I love the color that accompanies the death and hibernation of the trees and flowers. I think it is marvelous that such beauty can be found in the ending of a season or a time. There is much that could be said (and probably already has been…for what is new under the sun?) about this metaphor. However, I will not attempt to explain or interpret here; this is simply a celebration of that beauty.