Along the wind-swept ridges, the trees have shed their fall finery to settle into winter garb . . . drab browns and grays . . . no-nonsense evergreens . . . fashion sparse and spare.
a maple flaunts its autumn coral . . . a golden sycamore dances with the clear blue sky . . .
. . . a leafless branch wears crimson jewels. . . the belle of the November ball . . .
. . . while the Kousa dogwood slowly sheds her lovely hues . . . . and the autumn wind whistles "Good Night, Ladies" through the bare-twigged trees.