The occasional observations of Carolyn Kephart, writer

Thursday, October 25, 2012

Last Glorious Gasp

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"The wind is cold, the year i
s old, the trees whisper together..." ~The Incredible String Band, "Witches Hat"


Autumn is a heart-tugging time for me. The languid heats of summer have all but faded from memory and winter haunts the future like a vengeful spectre, ready to strip the branches naked and cover the once-lush fields with frost. But the Now is all blaze and fullness, harvest and riches; a time for meditation and reflection and summing-up. The other day while wandering about I encountered this tree and stood with it for a while, enjoying the kinship.



CK

(Photo taken during Michaelmas Term at Cambridge, UK. Colors are actual, not enhanced.)