Unexpected, hazy clouds formed, and brought a burnished gold sky to afternoon. All the golden leaves grew more intense by its light. Overnight, the back yard has been carpeted with big, gold walnut leaves. Gold rains from the oaks with each breeze. There is gold everywhere. But tonight there is no silver. The clouds have hidden all the stars, and the moon has not yet risen. I still hear the leaves flutter as they fall, filling the darkness with dry whispers.