The moon was full and bright last night. From the porch I could see it clearly through the trees for the first time since last Spring.
In the morning the maples had dropped all their leaves, now piled around their ankles like crimson silk slips or night gowns, bare arms outstretched to the sky.
I’m sure the moon had something to do with it.
Yesterday and today were in the 80s, and the wind blew all day. By afternoon the color was gone, dry leaves swirling across the lawn into eddies on porches and shrubs.
Tomorrow it will get down into the low 20s, first hard freeze of the season. One last hurrah before winter.