
FALLEN RAINBOW (part 2)
AUTUMN WINDS - Winds of seasonal change blow across these ancient hills, lifting dry leaves from their now sapless branches, momentarily making a swirling leaf-devil, before depositing skittering multicolored little beauties onto bench, window-sill and doorway. Late Fall has come to our corner of the Catskills. This wind can be a cold blast from the north or its warmer, southern-born cousin. It can pierce hastily-donned, long- misplaced warm clothing or it can gently cares

Fallen rainbow
KALEIDOSCOPE FALL - As the kaleidoscope of our Fall season inexorably turns, the once- bright autumnal hues, which only recently seemed stunningly immutable and starkly in-our- face, have changed their tune. Now they speak to us in more muted, darker tones of faded yellow and orange, rich browns and disintegrating greens. I’m almost afraid of what they are trying to say. I think it’s something like “Winter is coming! Get used to somber shades, people!” For that’s what is upo