Dead Arboreal Splendour

October was mild this year, softer and gentler then most, colored muted on trees that clung fiercely to their leaves, they lingered and fluttered into November’s days. Then derecho’s linear blast roared before Thanksgiving week, wiping gusts with gusto, appropriately, ravaging the dead clingers from their long, gray branches. Dead, arboreal splendor precipitates down, down to the wasted brown grass of November. Last leaves scattered and blow, across yard and street. Good timing, snow predicted on Friday.