Burnished: leaves, harvest, and golf

[caption id="attachment_803" align="alignright" width="400"] Courtesy Crystal Mountain[/caption] Text: R.J. Weick While summer—that glorious season of warm sunlight and beckoning freshwater waves—holds the hearts of many, autumn is a season for poets. As the leaves begin to turn and crispness settles in the late afternoon air, there is a subtle shift…