It is only a scrubby field but one silent, thundery afternoon it was full of magic
Most of the colours were muted but something about the quality of the light made the leaves already touched by Autumn glow like jewels.
The more I wandered and looked the more beauty I found
I couldn't decide what attracted me most, the delicate seed-heads
or the Fireweed
I went further into the tangle until I felt as if I was in a fairy-tale and maybe outside the castle where a Sleeping Beauty slept
A combination of spider's webs and drifting willow-herb and thistle-down had captured the berries and twigs and wrapped them in silvery white
All was silent and I seemed the to be the only person in the world.
Finally I turned to go and glimpsed my beautiful Cathedral rising up out of the mist,
In Autumn the veil between this world and the next seems to lessen and we glimpse through.
Most of the colours were muted but something about the quality of the light made the leaves already touched by Autumn glow like jewels.
The more I wandered and looked the more beauty I found
or the Fireweed
I went further into the tangle until I felt as if I was in a fairy-tale and maybe outside the castle where a Sleeping Beauty slept
A combination of spider's webs and drifting willow-herb and thistle-down had captured the berries and twigs and wrapped them in silvery white
All was silent and I seemed the to be the only person in the world.
Finally I turned to go and glimpsed my beautiful Cathedral rising up out of the mist,
In Autumn the veil between this world and the next seems to lessen and we glimpse through.