Autumn's Final Flame
Tonight, a storm gathers, its icy breath promising the first snow of winter. I race up the hills to catch one last glimpse of the colours from above, my boots kicking up a confetti of leaves in every shade of red, orange, and yellow. Dwarf Arctic birches and willows glow like giant ambers, but tomorrow all this colour will be extinguished by the snow.
I lie down in this bath of colour, waving goodbye to the little ruby leaves that dance on the increasingly icy wind. I can smell the snow coming, yet I am still wrapped in the arms of autumn, like in flame-coloured blankets.
