Inner fire glows through the uderstory
Inner fire glows through the understory in the shape of sourwood leaves, and yellowing muscadines betray the vine's clamber along the ground and up into any supporting structure. Thick, rich smell of hardwood smoke wafts from chimneys. Squirrels are crazy, burying everything they can carry.
Nuts and seeds and fruits fall.
Dead and sodden limbs fall.
Night falls. ~K