As Autumn begins to give way to Winter it seems as though nature is enjoying a last revelling in the intensity and vitality of this year’s fading life. The colours of Autumn help me view my surroundings with fresh eyes, even in those most world weary of moments.
The emerald greens of moss and lichen have an almost spring like vibrancy; endings as beginnings, birth as death.
The subtle browns and mauves of fungi nestled in the forest floor keep us alert to the less showy of Autumn’s many splendours.
I love this sense of a final celebration, one last expansion before sleep, one final song before we can only hear the whispering earth in dreams of ice and of long winter shadows, through the softest of slumbers in the ancient quiet of the earth, beneath the misty darkening days.