Autumn Woods

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Autumn Woods

I like the woods
In autumn
When dry leaves hide the ground,
When the trees are bare
And the wind sweeps by
With a lonesome rushing sound.
I can rustle the leaves
In autumn
And I can make a bed
In the thick dry leaves
That have fallen
From the bare trees
Overhead.

~ James S. Tippett

This poem is filled with sensory images.  When I read it, I can picture the forest of bare trees with the bed of leaves beneath them.  I can hear the swish and crunch the leaves make when someone walks through them.  I can feel the wind sweeping past.  What other images come to your mind when you think of the woods in autumn?