In the evening the wind changes;
Snow falls in the sunset.
We stand in the snowy twilight
And watch the moon rise in a breach of cloud.
Between the black pines lie narrow bands of moonlight,
Glimmering with floating snow. excerpt K.Rexroth
Seen through a window, moonlight falls on a disheveled garden path, where frozen branches and reeds lie tangled..one last leaf is the only memory of autumn
Watercolour on Arches Not Paper