I met an autumn spirit in the woods and I followed her through the damp
and stark November world. Through puddles and chill, mists and rain,
brambles and twigs and meadows of flowers - dried golden and brown... Till the woodsy
wild seeped into my bones, perhaps, my very soul. And I watched her
gather herbs - sage - and thistles and pumpkins and mushrooms and wild
onions for a fairy feast. And dusk came so early - blue and cold - but
she carried her own warmth and light with her into the hazeled night.
