These trees are disappearing into the gloom of an autumn sunset and not even the rainbow can engolden them.
But there are trees great (some very great) and small waving in the wings. Leaves of many colours (and sizes) coating land and water. Pot-scourers, pining pines, pricey purple, poetry, prose, even some very sibilant sound.
If you want to join in the Festival of the Trees send a link to your arborial entry by the close of day, October 30th, to festival [dot] trees [at] gmail [dot] com.