This is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks,
Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight,
Stand like Druids of old, with voices sad and prophetic,
Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms.– Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
It’s always such a treat to walk in the woods. The vivid reds and blues between the branches and the where there were bright greens now are rich browns and silence but a wrestle of the turning leaves and the crunch of fallen beneath my feet. A Marsh Wren came out to say hello (image below) as did a Ruby-crowned Kinglet and a Yellow-rumped (Audubon) Warbler. I always remember my walks in the woods no matter how short or how long.