I shall be Autumn this Halloween, with leaf draped skirt, and folds of boysenberry velvet wine flowing to the ground. Brown stained face, eyes rimmed in gold, nails dripping sunset, a crown of twigs to cover my head. You may gather from me the spring of my youth, my summer of maturity, and hold onto with me, the solace of these days of remembering before the frost. ~Judith A. Lawrence, Autumn Offering~