Along the wind-swept ridges, the trees have shed their fall finery to settle into winter garb . . . drab browns and grays . . . no-nonsense evergreens . . . fashion sparse and spare.
But in some sheltered coves, the revels continue undaunted, though diminished . . .
a maple flaunts its autumn coral . . . a golden sycamore dances with the clear blue sky . . .
. . . a leafless branch wears crimson jewels. . . the belle of the November ball . . .
. . . while the Kousa dogwood slowly sheds her lovely hues . . . . and the autumn wind whistles "Good Night, Ladies" through the bare-twigged trees.
8 comments:
Vicki
Your pictures and words sum up beautifully, the close of a season and all that departs with it.
I love the new picture at the top! My favorite time of day - that fleeting moment between day and night. Hope the storms missed you or at the least didn't cause much damage.
Good morning Vicki, I can see why you are a writer, you have "rimas and prosa" in your writting.
It´s very hard for me to understand this way of writing but I do get the "soul" of it.
Thank you so much, and have a wonderful weekend.
María Cecilia
Thanks, Martin -- it's always sad to see the last of the leaves/
Hey, Karen, we had a day and a night of steady rain - three and a half inches -- but no damage. And now the grass has greened up beautifully. Temps in the low seventies tomorrow.
Ah, Maria Cecilia -- I struggle with poetry in Spanish (which I read a little) and French (which I read almost not at all.) It's all those odd 'poetic' words -- like garb, instead of clothes.
I was trying to evoke the end of a party where a few people refuse to leave. "Good Night, Ladies" is the song bands used to play (a very long time ago) at the end of a dance -- to remind people it's time to go.
same over here Vicki. Not many leaves left now. The bare trees look good against the sky though, don't they. I love the twisted branches. That's one thing I noticed when I was in the U.S. - the trees look very different.
Blessings Star
Love the new header Vicki !
Ahhh winter in the mountains!
A roaring fire in the fireplace, a pot of homemade soup on the stove, cornbread in the oven and a good book! That is living! :)
Pretty pictures. I think the rain from Ida helped wash away most of our leaves here.
An amazing number of leaves still are clinging despite the rain -- especially on the red oaks.
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