Autumn is the reflective season,
Its cast of light a major reason;
Another, the surcease of photosynthesis
That leaves green leaves in a splendid parenthesis
Of curtained colors that wondrously
Were always there, though we could not see
Those lustrous reds and glorious yellows concealed
Till death their patient beauty revealed.
— From the December 16, 2013, issue of National Review.