Nu photo is called – Northern Autumn .
I always like to put images to my words, hence the photograph and prose bearing the same title , I’m not sure what inspired what , but I think they go together fairly well.
The prose is merely an observation of three different Autumnal scenarios , whilst I was sat in the garden - far distance , near distance and of course , much closer to hand. .
The photograph itself - is simply just another of my slightly modified - snaps.
Northern Autumn
Cathedral bells peal an affluent tapestry of ages gone……….
While in the far , radiant distance …. the true organic rails of gold stands as an end to summers weakening resolve , the assembling chill of isolated austerity , signals - natures seasonal slide in to the heady ether of addiction.
Closer to hand …. Mother earth - now turned upwards to the unblinking solar stare for the driven carrion enravagement , their swooping , shadows now frame the easily relinquished vibrancy of summer in a shocking flurry of burnished noir,
and shrieks of iridescent ecstasy.
Above …. A quiet flourish of leaves become tinged with awareness of transition , their chameleon colours studded with a tempting array of burnished , vermillion berries , further leadened by the moist decay of the suffocating richness of the land .
The subtle seasons now enfold out on to the waiting land as parchment and age dried ink , enshrined with the message of calm change - to those who listen…………………
………..as a subdued summer ends its role on the stage of life in a shining, soliloquy of ebbing gold and metaphorical mists…………………….
