We've gone from the season of lustrous fall foliage to the season of fallen leaves, dead and paper-dry. A few bright amber stars cling to catch the late light, but even their days are numbered.
Dead leaves fall in the cemetery on the dead, saints and souls, the long deceased and the recently buried.
Now at 5 pm, after sorting and uploading my photos, I notice my windows have gone dark, the sun extinguished over the horizon for the next 13 hours or so before rising again to stay up for 10 hours and 10 minutes tomorrow, 3 minutes less than today. Meanwhile, the leaves continue to fall.