The golden hues of Autumn have danced through the trees surrounding our wee cottage and trickled their way into my sketchbook. You perhaps already guessed that I love this time of year, it always fills me with the joy of being and ignites my creativity.
Walks in the ancient woodlands fill my pockets with treasures aplenty, each taken home and placed in pride of place on my studio 'seasons' windowsill to bring me smiles through the darkening days.For me autumn feels like a comfortable ancient cloak wrapped about my shoulders, familiar & cosy an old friend to be greeted with joy after the longest of partings.
So I am away back to my paper and my paints to try and capture the essence of Autumn, I'm not sure yet who will appear on the page, but she does have glorious hair. I shall leave you with some words from one of my favourite Autumn poems by Thomas Hood
|"I saw old Autumn in the misty morn|
|Stand shadowless like Silence, listening|
|To silence, for no lonely bird would sing|
|Into his hollow ear from woods forlorn,|
|Nor lowly hedge nor solitary thorn;|
|Shaking his languid locks all dewy bright|
|With tangled gossamer that fell by night,|
|Pearling his coronet of golden corn."|
|it can be read in full here|