Wednesday 17 November 2010
A November walk with mistletoe and crows and frost-bitten apples
Naked branches and a grey-white sky. The last frost-wrinkled apples clinging to a November tree.
Dream-black crows foraging.
Puddles reflecting the drowsy, winter-ready trees.
A beech tree, still holding onto many of its copper leaves. Up in the top, a ball of mistletoe.
And more mistletoe.
And more. This cluster just close enough to see its translucent, creamy-yellow-white berries. The season is changing. A mantle of quiet darkness and introspection settles over everything. Winter is coming.