Still, they fall. Still, the palest things grow a warm color. The magnolias crowning the trees and the water lilies adorning the ponds are cast in copper. White cats and rabbits turn to brown, bewildered but not displeased with their new coats. Swans find their wings burnished in bronze. The moon-milk on the ponds turns to fireweed honey. Even the moon herself grows a copper sheen.
