When only autumn daisies bloom
and the air reeks of rotting fungi
when all the leaves there are
are on the ground
and beauty is hard to find
when all the world is wrapped in frost
and there's no warmth to have
when all the breeze bears is a sombre dirge
when all comfort has been stripped away
and nothing else remains
what are you?
MY WALL 
Lovely shot.
That is a good question, Imelda… with a beautiful image to accompany.
I am still delighted with the frost upon branches which are bare and fallen colorful leaves. Blessings to you, Imelda. Life has been busy here with 50 hour work weeks! I will try to catch up next week while recuperating from eye surgery. We shall “see!” 🙂