Of colours on stilled rivers.

Of artistry in the trees.

Of a stinging nettle’s poison muted by frost.

Of buzzards and their followers in cold skies.


Of colours on stilled rivers.

Of artistry in the trees.

Of a stinging nettle’s poison muted by frost.

Of buzzards and their followers in cold skies.


Thank you, Adele, for sharing some of the beauty of the autumn season. I just returned from my long jog in my urban forest in Tulsa, Oklahoma. Trees dressed for the annual Autumn Ball with a sky delivering an appropriate background of soft colors, just enough breeze to maintain the welcome coolness.
How lovely! And an apt and vivid description. This is such a special time of year. It was a very wet start to autumn in England but this morning was good compensation for that.
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Don’t you just love the colours of autumn. Nearly all gone now, sadly, courtesy of Storm Debi.
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