I Love Autumn Because . . . (part two)

Across the Fields to Ramsey Island . . .

One thread is not enough for a season with all the glories of autumn . . when words are inadequate to fully express a feeling . . for it is a feeling from deep within, a completeness of mind and matter; a solidarity of season, time, and place; and a comforting reassurance as we ready for the closing of the year . . my spirit is at ease with one and all.  The vibrant, clashing colours and heightened textures of the land, the gentle light of a lowering sun and shortening days, heavenly smells pervading through the house, and jolly celebrations of Hallowe'en, Bonfire Night, Harvest and Thanksgiving, and some birthdays too!

Fields, full of texture, once of ripened corn now razed and baled, and furrowed deep as textured chocolate corduroy ploughed channels cut deep . .
 

The gentle dew, softened by swirling mists, decorates gossamer webs with glistening silver orbs of light, garlands for faerie gatherings under the light of a full, Hunter's Moon . . .

the jewelled colours of the trees, a rich but oh so short lived cloak . .

 


















. . . the colours of a living palette swirl . . . crisp, crunching under foot or decorating branch . . .

. . . while Blackberries, juicy warm and ripe do glint and glisten in the sun . . enticing us to pick for pies and wine and jams . . .

. . . and calm the gentle stream down in the valley flows, reflection of a year that flows now to the sea. .