Your golden light trickles past the breaks in the canopies of aspens and birch, lighting the forest floor in liquid gold. Birds sing their farewell from branches high as they start their migration south. Your cool mornings remind my lungs what breath feels like again, awakening me to the start of a new day. The earth begins to knit its blanket of fallen foliage, tucking in for the season of snow and night. Your winds shake the drying branches, creating elven music which fills hollows and knolls. Earth tones shine in their simplicity and beauty, calling to my painters eyes.