I want to tell you.......

I want to tell you what hills are like in October when colors gush down mountainsides

and little streams are freighted with a caravan of leaves,
I want to tell you how they blush and turn in fiery shame and joy, how their love burns with flames consuming and terrible until we wake one morning and woods are like a smoldering plain -- a glowing caldron full of jewelled fire;  the emerald earth a dragon's eye the poplars drenched with yellow light and dogwoods blazing bloody red.  Travelling southward earth changes from gray rock to green velvet.

Margaret Walker,   October Journey