All the leaves have fallen, shrivelled
and rusted, from the Ash and the
Hawthorns. Those still in plentiful
numbers turning blush rose, orange
and gold are the Poplars, Maples and
Birch, creating confetti-like confections
on the undergrowth-barren floor of the
forest. Drought has spawned fewer fungi
and as autumn made its darker, cooler
entrance, the forest flora discreetly
made their season's exit. Leaving in their
wake that sere aspect, awaiting the
sleeping blanket of winter's snows.
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