A picture of trees with bright yellow and orange leaves on a clear, fall day.
Overlaid on the picture is the following poem:
Autumn Rhapsody
by Berkely Breathed
Yonder wither summer sun,
O'er aspen trees grown dark
But when Autumn cometh, it makes me runneth,
To scratch my back on bark.
Whence September dusk grows crisper still
With leaves all crimson conquered,
I yearn to shout and dance about
And stick pickles in my honker.