Treefollowing: Wordless Wednesday (nearly)

Flash the maple is thick with dried samaras.

Spike the hawthorn still sports a bit of red and green.

~🍂~

Though the beech is golden

I cannot stand beside it

mute, but must say

"It is golden," while the leaves

stir and fall with a sound

that is not a name.

It is in the silence

that my hope is, and my aim.

...

The Silence by Wendell Berry

This is my brief contribution to November's gathering of Treefollowers. Consider joining us—as you can see, it doesn't have to be a lot of work. Photos would have been enough, but like Berry, I "must say".