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?
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!” 🙂