My friend Gill has sent me this wonderfully autumnal photo and poem.

Beech in Autumn

Fallen beech leaves,
copper shining with rain,
carpeting the grey slate with burnished glow
of the changing season

As the tree sheds her leaves after another year,
her bare skeleton speaks of hope and renewal:
that one day, after the cold frosts, bitter winds and ice,
warmth and buds of growth will come again,
anew, afresh.

She is over a century old.
She bears witness this Samhain, All Hallows, All Saints,
Remembering.

[Gill Henwood]

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