Fall in Korea

Trees ablaze with every fiery rouge, the season announces arrival by setting fire to branches, ferocious and without fear.   Winds icy-cool, blow whirlwinds of dry leaves around dark boots of passing pedestrians. And sometimes there's is rain, grey skies shower teary good-byes to friends who have kept her company since Spring.

One wonders, when nearing that time in life, if to stage such a dramatic Fall like that of Korea's would be preferred.
Or maybe life cycles to its end with no warnings of Fall.  It'll wander carelessly into it like that a Taiwanese Autumn. No big announcement, almost too brief to be noticed. Then you look up and winter falls smack on your face.