A solitary apple remains in the branches, just out of reach.
Pine cones pop up amongst the branches, reaching for the sun.
Evidence remains of a morning sprinkle.
Clouds float across the valley after the rainstorm.
A bank of fluffy white clouds race along the mountaintops.
Orange and green overshadow the creekside banks.
Fall leaves cover the bridge across the creek…and everything else in the park.
Who raked this sea of green through the fallen leaves?