The close of October plunges us into a darker season of the year and already now, as November dawns, the darkness creeps up on us in the afternoons. Many of the trees and bushes in the garden softly succumb to the autumn and slowly, almost imperceptibly, the foliage disperses, reducing them to mere skeletal forms. Not so, the hedge that borders our garden.
It does not go gently,
but rages against the failing season.
The leaves blaze with a short, furious intensity until suddenly they have gone: dropped to the ground where they lie like embers after the inferno is extinguished.
I was just in time to gather some leaves, then,
pressed them to use as decorations and to sprinkle on the autumn table
where angelic white chocolate cherubs rest atop voluptuous chocolate cup cakes.