Leaves finally give way to gravity, painting the ground with a riot of color, dancing all the way to their deaths.
Still a few stalwarts, going dry, pale and cracked, refuse to let go, suggesting that we just might be able to hold on too till the next wave of leaves, popping out audaciously, full of themselves, ride in on the next season and its green destiny.
What a beautiful commentary on fall in Wisconsin. The description of leaves refusing to fall reminds me of people who carry on tenaciously despite great adversity.
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