Almost all the leaves have fallen now. Just a few cling to the bare branches, their delicate intricacy now revealed. These trees seem to be in a slow dance with each other, and time. Their limbs nearly touch, twisting and turning toward and away from each other over seasons and decades, reaching for the sun.
As the sun sets the branches look like webs, stretched out to snare the light and warmth of this short day. I share the deepening sky with this small grove as they catch the last color in the sky. On this long night I wish the forest and I could stop time and make the day last just a little longer.