Ray Bradbury’s Autumnal Avalanche

In a great autumnal avalanche of maple, sycamore, oak, elm leaf they hissed and rustled, fell in a shower of horse-chestnut, thumped like winter apples on the earth, with an over-all scent of farewell – summer on the wind they made in their rushing.

The October Country, Uncle Einar

Autumn in literature day 4ish. This series has been totally unplanned.

Here Ray Bradbury describes the Autumn wind in one 44 word sentence.

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