There is just something about this time of year that I love.
The fresh face of autumn has passed, yet it's not quite winter...
...at least not around these parts.
We spent the latter part of last week and the weekend at Adam's lovely country place in Tennessee.
As I walked along the rural roads near his home, the trees just seemed to speak peace to me.
What is it about a naked tree anyway?
I took many photos.
I hope you enjoy them along with the trees of Haywood Hollow.
"I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape—
the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter.
Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn't show."
"The trees are about to show us how lovely it is to let dead things go."
With faint, dry sound,
Like steps of passing ghosts,
The leaves, frost-crisp'd, break free from the trees
~Adelaide Crapsey, 1878-1914, November Night
~James S. Tippett
I like the woods
When dry leaves hide the ground,
When the trees are bare
And the wind sweeps by
With a lonesome rushing sound.
I can rustle the leaves
And I can make a bed
In the thick dry leaves that have fallen
From the bare trees
"The stripped and shapely
The ghosts of her
The ground is hard,
As hard as stone.
The year is old,
The birds are flown."
THE NAKED TREE
The majestic tree looks forlorn today
As its last leaves ever so gently fall
Denuding as the season changes
Heralding the end of Fall
The start of the season saw a tree aglow
Swathed in the glorious colors of Fall
Its leaves painted in scarlet and pink and gold
Its beauty held people in thrall
Now that the skin of leaves has peeled off
Its body is as bare as a skeleton
The branches are bony limbs of wood
Scrawny fingers of twigs at the end
And as the chilly wind blows through the air
It bares its naked branches to the cold
Defying the winter to bring on the snow
Alone and vulnerable, but bold
Do you see the heart?
I love seeing the naked trees against the backdrop of a cloudy sky.
And we all know that clouds usually enhance the setting sun's appearance.
This is the view from the back porch.
...those hauntingly beautiful, mesmerizing, naked trees.