A single gnarled oak leans across the canvas, its twisting trunk rooted on a grassy hillside while a heavy canopy of rust, crimson and golden maple-shaped leaves sweeps out toward the right. Warm light glows through the branches from behind the trunk, and a few leaves drift across a soft cream and pale blue sky.

The scene is built from thick, loose palette-knife strokes: each leaf is a single ridge of paint, the bark is rough and weathered, and the sky is scraped in broad flat patches. Dry straw-colored grass and fallen red leaves at the roots ground the tree in a calm, nostalgic, softly muted autumn afternoon.