Tags: decaying leaf, earth's chance to rest, Elizabeth Coatsworth poem, leaf mold, leaf skeleton, November still life, seasonal scene, The Four, tree seed, true killing frost coming late, what cannot be photographed
With night coming early,
And dawn coming late,
And ice in the bucket
And frost by the gate.
The fires burn
And the kettles sing,
And earth sinks to rest
Until next spring.”
– Elizabeth Coatsworth
This is my response to The Four’s photo challenge number 19. So many lovely responses seemed to focus on the berries. Naturally. They are a gorgeous subject. But it probably won’t come as a big surprise to regular readers of this blog that my instinctive response centered on the earth coming to a rest.
I suppose it’s just as well. There wasn’t much in the way of snow, frost, or even fires for me to photograph around here anyway. The true killing frost is remarkably late this year. (Although I’m hardly complaining.) And snow, if it comes at all, is probably months away.
But November is going, going… and the earth here is ripe for her long winter’s nap.
(P.S. Does anyone know what the pale beige seed is called and/or to which tree it belongs? Thousands of them fell here on Thanksgiving Day, filling the air with little propellers that caught the light in such a charming way as they spiralled down, down…. Of course, I tried to photograph their flight, but found it beyond my skill level to catch the golden light, the wind’s caress, the movement like a hundred delicate fairy wings above and around me, the depth of the stillness of the forest coming to rest for the winter.)