Bare trees, drifts of fallen leaves, and dry papery bulrushes gone brown and friable, early fog drifting around everything in wisps and fey curls and transparent streamers....With a few hardy and courageous exceptions, the residents of the Two Hundred Acre Wood are thinking about flying south or sliding into a gentle hibernation. This morning, the land itself seems to be drowsy and hovering on the edge of a long winter sleep.
In the stillness, I can hear Lady Winter striding across the hills, and she is headed this way, her long skirts rustling and her boots crunching through the frosty grasses."Soon," says the wind in the trees in its hollow voice, "very very soon..."
4 comments:
Catherine, your blog is so exquisite ... I will be visiting here daily. You have a way of honing in on the beauty of every season ... I do this too as a practice ... especially during the deep darkness of late fall and winter ... It's essential medicine for depression!
Thank you :-)
Such a lovely photo. I love the gentle spookiness of it.
I love the image of Lady Winter striding across the land with her swirling skirts and boots! It makes me smile...
Exquisite - an excellent word to describe your words and images.
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