Autumn's last Dance

Sulphur tipped Emerald Butterfies. Liquid leaves flowing in the breeze. Is this autumn's last dance?

Fire and Air today.

A crazy haze of Hazel leaves shimmers yellow as an uneasy wind tousles and teases the trees. Trees ruffled and rattled like my cat when I dare stroke his fur the wrong way. A warm rare southern wind. The landscape rebels. Wrong way moan the trees. Their complaining knocks, moans and groans remind me of the voice of Roger Deakin's home (thank you).

Fire and Air dance to a cadence together. Spiralling to an unknown symphony, finally loosing, and flying high.