The one red leaf, the last of its clan, / That dances as often as dance it can, / Hanging so light, and hanging so high, / On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky. ~Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Being that it's almost the end of November, the red leaf has come down to earth with all the other leaves, and will soon become mulch. And soon we'll be in winter and the bright lights of the holidays.
Live each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influences of each. ~ Henry David Thoreau