We are deep into Autumn now. The templet for winter is being set with gradual cold, gray days. I wait for words, for poetry, for a story. I'm empty. I'm like these trees, now naked to the sky, and remembering sunshine and warmth.
A few trees resist. The creek, also. But they will soon join the calendar and be frozen on the days, dreaming of spring.
Photo © 2014 Rick Burnett Baker