Sunlight illuminates leaves of crimson gold and yellow against the Carolina blue sky.
It’s raining outside. Or is it? Sounds like rain, but where there should be raindrops, only tree leaves fall, making a pitter-patter sound against the ground. The leaf of a Northern red oak spins a tight spiral as it falls; white oak makes a wider spiral; Southern red oak drifts aimlessly, guided by the weight of its heavier leafstalk. The leaf of sourwood floats, rocking back and forth in the air like a boat riding a current of air. A hickory leaf, compound and heavy, falls straight, landing with a light splat. There go some maple leaves, fluttering down, laying a skirt of yellow around their tree. I could watch this all day. ~K