Burning on the Way Out

So much yellow and gold this fall that at times I felt as if I were drowning in honey or marmalade.  

But so little red, other than the berries.  I have missed the red -- the burning out of leaf life. 

Odd, then, that the only color I found in the woods today were red berries and a few leaves still clinging to twining branches and vines.

I am thankful for the red.

Though so little, and so late.