This is a road in Maine (photographer unknown) – no Photoshopping is required in this spectacular season.
Here is a fall poem by two-time U.S. Poet Laureate Howard Nemerov (1920-1991) who wrote sophisticated “form” poetry almost exclusively. He also said, “Write what you know. That should leave you with a lot of free time.”
This lonely figure of not much fun
Strayed out of folklore fifteen years ago
Forever. Now on an autumn afternoon,
While the leaves drift past the office window,
His bright replacement, present-minded, stays
At the desk correcting papers, nor even grieves
For the silly scholar of the bad old days,
who’d burn the papers and correct the leaves.