It will not always be like this,
The air windless, a few last leaves adding their decoration
To the trees’ shoulders, braiding the cuffs
Of the boughs with gold;
A bird preening in the lawn’s mirror.
Having looked up from the day’s chores, pause a minute,
Let the mind take its photograph of the bright scene..
Something to wear against the heart in the long cold..R.S Thomas
Autumn in the north of the province is out of this world…my husband’s family live in a forest of birches and other indigenous trees, which in my interpretation above, I decided to leave unpainted, so that the startling colour of the leaves can speak for themselves…in a month or so the leaves will have gone…embrace the season…it will not always be like this .
Watercolour on Arches Not Paper…