Wordless Wednesday: Bah humbug!

Robin

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Monochrome Monday: Fallen Leaves

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fallen leaves lie scattered

yesterday’s doubts discarded

insulating the seeds of hope

through winter’s long chill

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This week’s pictures were taken at the meadow during November. I thought they looked different enough in black and white that I could use them despite having shared the coloured versions only a few days ago!

I hope you like them.

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Changing Seasons 2017: November

Fallen Leaves

You wend your way across the meadow’s open expanse as the early sun casts its glow upon the toadstools and the tumbled leaves. The chill air catches at your throat as you breathe deep. Negativity disperses with the puther of each expelled breath.

For a time, you stop and sit beside the pond, allowing your thoughts to pool like the waters of the stream. A robin warbles from the concealment of tangled beaches. It’s song sounds melancholic, as if in remembrance of lost summer days, but still it continues to sing, undaunted by the months of cold that lie ahead.

You take your leave of the pooling waters as an icy wind begins to rise, and you follow the pathway through the trees. Branches bow in courteous arches over the trail, clad in fragile garb of green and gold. You bow your head in return, bidding farewell, knowing that you will return again soon.

Dawn Path

I only made it out to the meadow, woodland and stream / pond on one occasion during November, and unfortunately I didn’t stay out for long – the wind was incredibly cold and it was forecasted to get much worse as the day went on. Which it did. I expect that the trees would have had far fewer leaves by the end of that day! I did manage to take a few pictures during the short time I was there, however.

I hope you like them.

 

To see how the area has looked at other times of the year, check out the Changing Seasons category page for older pictures.

This post is for Cardinal Guzman’s Monthly Changing Seasons photo challenge.

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Changing Seasons 2017: October

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Newly shorn, the meadow lies bare now under the October sun, the golden trim giving accent to the surround of autumnal trees. The air holds a bitter nip that the early light is hesitant to dispel, but the clear sky promises pleasant hours ahead – a welcome change from the wet, windy and overcast days that have characterized the month so far.  The benches beckon you to sit, but the chill encourages you to continue your exploration.

Beyond the meadow, the woodland beckons.

Within the shelter of the trees, the light is filtered through a filigree of golden brown leaves, whilst the air is heavy with the scents of damp earth and decomposing vegetation – an aroma unique to the season. Birds sing from their concealment above. Underfoot, fallen leaves squelch, a moist mess after the recent rainfall.

Your senses absorb each fleeting stimulus, recharging your energy as you bathe in nature’s beauty. The sun rises higher in the sky. You know that you are now ready to face whatever the day might bring…


This post is for Cardinal Guzman’s Changing Seasons Monthly Photo Challenge. All of the pictures were taken on a single morning at the meadow. The weather during the rest of the month, unfortunately, didn’t inspire me to go out photographing. Or to leave the house at all, really…

I hope you like them.

Monochrome Monday: Enter the Underworld

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descend into the earth

and find shelter within tangled mycelium

warmed by a blanket of fallen leaves and dirt

whilst earthworms coil amidst encapsulated

dreams of sunlight’s return

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sleep in peaceful slumber

untouched by the Crone’s icy tears

by the crystalline frosts and bitter snowfalls

as she mourns her fallen consort and

awaits the turning wheel