The Empty Garden…
Autumn’s mirror…
The remains of a summer nest, now silent and still…
One evening last week a storm rolled in, and continued throughout the night. In the morning, when I woke, I found a different landscape. The trees all shook their leaves – dramatic and swift. Skeletons now stand where brightly colored canopies once filled the sky. A long night of wind-driven rain and suddenly it’s late fall. Clocks are turned back now, and the darkness falls early. On rainy afternoons, mist mingles with pale indigo twilight, and a mysterious haze hangs upon the woodland edge. As I walk along the gloomy paths, damp earth perfumes the naked forest with a musky odor. Moody and barren, my garden is slowly drifting off to sleep; littered with broken flowers and the echo of summer memories…
Willow branches in the late autumn twilight…
The rattling, skeletal remains of black snake root…
The forest, reflected…
Chilly Japanese hydrangea clings to grey stone.
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