Shadows
spill into living rooms;
at four o’clock, car headlights blaze,
terrace windows glow
and televisions
flicker.
The trees know:
their sap retreats, they shed their leaves,
drops of colour pooling where they stand,
swirls of colour blowing
in the wind.
Every
afternoon, well before three,
I pull on hat, gloves and Wellington greens
for a soft-shoe shuffle
through damp
leaves.
The trees know:
festooned with strings of scarlet
berries and a last golden splash,
in the smoke and ash
of the year.
© Kim M. Russell, 2016
Image found on Flickr
Shared on Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Celebrating the Season – Dreaming with Stacie
writing in north norfolk 
The trees know.. indeed they do. You have great attention to detail, Kim.
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Thank you, Kerry!
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Such lustrous beauty.
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Kim – GORGEOUS picture — and lovely descriptions of a changing season and ever-ticking time of the yearly clock (even when we turn it back…) Thanks for sharing again!
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Oh yes.. now it’s a long night in front of us… wonderful thoughts of how time does it.
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I must remember to check all our clocks!
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“the trees know” is pure magic.
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Thank you!
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yes, and the color doesn’t really matter one way or another to the trees – we are the ones who glory in that. I like the you tied it all in to the turning back of time
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Thank you ! Your comments are appreciated 🙂
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