Those of us who were provided with an introduction to poetry at school may recall John Keats‘ work-‘To Autumn‘-and the immortal line-‘Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness‘.
All about Wombourne the leaves of many deciduous trees have long since been changing colour as they die and fall from their trees, carpeting the ground, and in turn providing additional areas for the local bird population to explore for food.
The word ‘Autumn’ (referred to more appropriately in the United States as ‘the Fall‘ ) is that period astronomically speaking between the autumnal equinox and the winter solstice. These changes are a sure sign that Christmas is on the way ( 8 weeks away), and when it arrives, these same tree-lined areas will be mostly bereft of leaves.
The photo is taken on the Wom Brook Walk, looking east, and the path leads towards the Gravel Hill picnic benches. The Wom Brook is just visible slightly left of centre.