Over my long career as an English teacher, I have grown tired of reading student poems about fall colors. How can anyone describe the brilliance of the dying leaf? The elegance of the limp leaf? The balletic limbs? The play of light on age-spotted plants? I can't do it. I can only use my camera to capture the colors blooming in my Virginia sweetspire and deer-damaged oakleaf hydrangea.
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