“How innocent were these trees, that in
Mist-green May, blown by a prospering breeze,
Stood garlanded and gay,
Who now in sundown glow
Of serious color clad, confront me with their show
As though resigned and sad..
Trees, who unwhispering stand umber, bronze, gold…
Pavilioning the land for one grown tired and old..
Elm, chestnut, aspen and pine, I am merged in you,
Who tell once more in tones of time,
Your foliaged farewell." Siegfried Sassoon, October Trees
Throughout the country the leaves are falling fast, sped on by the October rains…today the light is glorious as it was yesterday…here and there, the trees are exposing their limbs to the sun…sometimes just the skeletons of leaves hang on where the trees are more sheltered.."foliaged farewell"
Trees at sundown losing their foliage in Watercolour on Arches Not Paper…best viewed large…