AT DAY CLOSE...

"October extinguished itself  in a rush of howling winds, and driving rain, and November arrived...." - JK Rowling

AT DAY CLOSE in NOVEMBER- Thomas Hardy (1840-1928)

The ten hours' light is abating

And a late bird flies across

Where the pines, like waltzers waiting

Give their black heads a toss

Beech leaves, that yellow the noon-time

Float past like specks in the eye

I set ever tree in my June time

And now they obscure the sky

And the children who ramble through here

Conceive that there never has been

a time when no tall trees grew here

A time............

When none will be seen..............

"The house was very quiet, and the fog....we are in November now...pressed against the windows like an excluded ghost...." -E.M. Forster

Photographs 2021