Frost in the air

There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not Man the less, but Nature more.
Lord Byron, English Romantic Poet

I was wondering if i'll be able to see fall colours in California, at the place where i stay. Because fall sets in pretty early in Europe and everything is turned to shades of yellows and bright reds so soon. Fall has perched on the trees here mid November. The trees on the ebay Whitman campus are all turning plaid green, brown, crimson, yellows and reds... The grey afternoons are flushed with flamboyant flowers.
The flawless road is covered in a carpet of golden tiny leaves by dusk. I like the crunching, rustling sound of dry leaves in biting cold. The bright sun of California skies hastens away a few hours soon after noon and the night is more than happy to dart in.

"I woke an early dawn to pluck flowers...
roses they seem to be going out of town.
Withering at the caress of the morn crisp air,
Every petal whispered of rapture.
A full blown yellow rose...
among the leaves so sea green
living its little hours
is prized beyond a sculptured flower
There is a music playing
in the meadows, in the air.
There is a rythm
in the woods, in the fields...
I hope too that my writing
makes music with words."