Just Beyond

The world outside my window, all golden and red, is reminding me that nothing in nature remains static. The mulberries. The grapevines. The willows and poplars, apples, pear and quince. The oaks, birches and hawthorn. All are hunkering down. Soon the leaves will be gone, swept away by the roaring westerlies. Winter will settle in a study of grey, lit on…