Smell fire, fire burning and moss, damp and earthy a soft, melancholy hush of foggy, silvery morning dew cracking, crunching, those stale branches, creaking, snapping, bare, barren, desolate trees wet, muddy, slimy leaves, slipping, then dry again, feathered needles falling, to blanket the path.  Asters, Goldenrod, Sedum drying, clipping the hardy’s back, and pruning the smoke bush, […]