An Audible Fall

This Fall the woods in West Virginia will blast out loud with a blazing plethora of audible colors that will begin gently with a rustle then build upon that painted whispering into a vocalization of such intense tones that will eventually POP ! - raining down a bright leafage of glorious flight, and blazing away an autumnal sound of both glory and respite; an interim death that will rise up after a winery slumber with the sweet green songs of an awakening Spring. Here in West Virginia where I do not live or call that place my home, but visit with a sensitive ear at this time of year, while I watch the trees rollicking-out their rainbow party-songs at the edge of loss.