Autumn's Mantel

I awoke and through a sleep weighted haze I saw that the Summer green trees had been dipped in bronze and gold, their statuesque frames plucked from their earth bed by a colossal hand in the secret night, preserving them for the glory of Dawn’s light to glow upon, like a babyhood’s first soleprints displayed on Autumn’s mantel.

E.A. O'Connell