The Song of the Earth

A Frosted leaf in autumn
Fallen, but not finished =productive decay

Though the poets and writers eulogise about the colours of autumn, in fact this show of arboreal fireworks in the trees and woods is all too soon over. Much of what is left after Bonfire night’s excitement can be a rather damp and dismal affair. With the sombre mood following Remembrance Day, matched with the colder misty mornings and sunless days, the approach of winter is not readily welcomed. Unlike our friends in the USA with their ‘Thanksgiving Day’ celebrations, November in the UK is not a favourite month for many.

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