Autumn Elementals: Beings of Soil and Wet Fallen Leaves: in three visions

What if a misty autumnal scene were to come alive: an old cold fiire-pit, a lost shirt in  a field of muck hidden by leaves, a rain soaked scarecrow?? What if one them woke up and shambled away? Wouldn't you like to pretend to be one?What makes the Fall feel so particularly alive? Is it the harvests and vivifying festivals? Is it simply stolen breath, when it fogs forth and hangs too long in the s…