I have tried to delay the frosts, I have coaxed the fading flowers, I thought I could detain a few of the crimson leaves until you had smiled upon them; but their companions call them, and they cannot stay away.
As the leaves begin to wither the days grow shorter and cooler.
Crimson and carmine. The lurid shades of scarlet, amber, gamboge and carnelian.
The blazing colors of autumn a magical transformation.