summer's almost gone

 

 

 a soft sun-lit shaft 

steals silent 

between the shimmered morning 

maidenhair 

moist in the fecund dreams

of a young girl 

 

a solitary tree

stands proud

chained to the floor of the wood

its verdant head

pulsing

with the risen sap

of one last summer morning

autumn beckons

in the moment

I love the joy of 'being in the moment' with my camera.  

We visit Anglesey Abbey for lunch on the way home from Norfolk and the bright winter sun lights up the gardens spectacularly. Shapes, forms, textures and patterns spin before my eyes in rich kaleidoscopic colour.

It really doesn't have to be summer to see the beauty in nature!

 

 

the dying bones

the dying bones of autumn

poke through 

a ribbed skeleton 

on the forest floor

winter is near

 as ferns enfold

the last of the sharp sunlight

and drag it beneath the leaf-strewn soil

to the waiting roots

below

it will be dark

soon