I am enjoying Autumn as she sinks into winter.
Leaves that have basked in summer’s fondness with generous amounts of rain to sustain the heat soaked days are loosening their grasp on withering branches.
Gusts of winter’s breath blast and scatter the red-gold hordes in spirals and upward tangents that whip themselves to heights and fall in showers far from home.
Deep frosts nip in the dead of night and morning finds the tree denuded with its mantle of glorious colour lying mute and perfect beneath.
It is a glorious time but sad as each day brings more bare branches and soggy heaps of summer’s days.