Now that the trees are bare..look at the pile on the ground..to the leaves brown.
Remember their riot of color..the green not so much.. as red, and gold, and orange, and yellow.
Just a few weeks back..the trees were covered..leaves dancing, rustling, fluttering.
No more.. no more..just the images remain..so why the wait..come see..
There is no season such delight can bring,
As summer, autumn, winter and the spring.
– William Browne, Variety, 1630