by Carson Wood
The picture of fall I hold as treasure in my mind's eye cannot be duplicated. The vast spectrum of nature's fall colors no film or paint can capture.
I can see our pasture with its old barbed wire fence held up by graying posts, leading past the small chicken coop which stood inside the corral, next to the big old red barn. The hill sweeps backward over the golden brown grass to the panoramic explosion of vivid oranges, yellows, and reds. The contouring valley is highlighted by the backdrop of Douglass Hill and the snow- covered summit of Mount Washington keeping a watchful white eye on the whole scene.
The vividness of unparalleled beauty is so great, the crisp wind, the fresh smell of the trees, I can feel myself within the vision, tasting the color, feeling the day like a first lover's touch.
Fall's rustic cornucopia overflows with the bounty of the harvest. The pumpkins in bright orange are piled in anticipation of All Hallow's Eve and the goodness of Thanksgiving pies. Cornstalk leaves point their crone-like fingers to the full, sickly sweet smelling silage cellars in the hillside.
It is fall! My favorite season of the year, in my mind is its eternal, timeless beauty.