Half Bare

Dear Ray,

It is windy and fall is falling now - I feel sad. I love the warmth of the fall colours. The wind takes it away, leaves the trees bare and it's winter. When it is not crazy cold, I like my trees bare, the articulation of its branches on display - invites one to examine how it holds the foliage. This time would probably be perfect, if not a reminder of the biting cold winters; the the remaining leaves are a bunch of fascinating colours and the tree, half bare. What a pervert delight.

I am so certain that I once was a tree.

Treely yours,