Autumn Glow
Autumn Glow A butterfly pirouetted in corn stalks. What I wondered was it doing in this late October day? I had reached my beeches, for another year of wonder. I walked, or rather stumbled along the dusty track and looked over at the land meeting the horizon in gentle wold folds. It was quiet enough to hear nature in the raw. Birds flew disturbed from the trees while insects hummed and buzzed an autumn symphony. Ahead, along the path lay Notgrove or was it Nutwood in Rupert Bear land? Stepping into the grove, a tree-world filled with leaf encrusted paths and I felt a zephyr of wind move the evergreen leaves. They seemed to make music, far above my hearing range dancing notes that swayed in graceful leaf minuets. Spiders groomed...