Waiting For Autumn – mylenscapes.co.uk

She was free in her wildness. She was a wanderess, a drop of free water. She belonged to no man and to no city.

Waiting For Autumn

“Wild is the music of autumnal winds amongst the faded woods.”

William Wordsworth

Autumn is so close. It’s in the freshness of the morning air. It’s in the breeze gathering and whispering through the trees. Days are getting shorter and cooler, and the sun is much less intense. Just a few more weeks and the waiting will be finally over. Only a little longer and the “season of mists and mellow fruitfulness” will be finally here.