Winter Creeps In

March 11, 2017

The woods breathe. Imperceptible, exhale mist, expel dew, form sparkling crystals on the mossy floor. Cracked and jagged limbs dance still to winter’s brittle rhythm. Half imagined faces in the peeling wooden skin, joyful at the glittering of frost. Listless darkness pierced by shafts of low sun, these alone hold up the sky. A movement out of sight, blur of legs and eyes. Timid deer tread soft and invisible while squirrels thunder unconcerned. Hard ground, cold like a threat, a vessel for future life but for now restrain growth. Everything slows to stasis. Sharp edged shattered stumps, broken bones and crooked teeth. Tea stained lace bracken muddied underfoot. Give in for the year, retreat until spring’s reconciliation. Masts without sails envy still clothed firs, waiting for the new wardrobe of summer. Filigreed leaves now morbid decoration. Branches against the sky form intricate chaotic geometry. Hold tight, move forward with conviction, change will come and we will advance into warmth.
 

Forest Dance 3
Forest Dance 2
Forest Dance 1
Shedding Skin 3
Shedding Skin 2
Shedding Skin 1

Silent Explosions
Make a home wherever you can
Fading to nothing
Kicking out

From decay springs life

 

All photos taken Autumn/Winter 2016 around the Chilterns and Burnham Beeches. More can be found on my Flickr account. Daily updates on my Instagram stream.

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