As the wheel turns and the seasons change yet again I can’t help but feel a sense of magic in the air.An excitement that stirs deep inside as the wind blows wildly,offering the trees a chance to dance.Helping them release what is no longer needed,in vibrant shades of oranges,yellows,browns and greens.To be soon stripped bare.Naked for all to see,their gnarly limbs and aged bark telling tales of their long years upon this earth.Wisdom woven into the rough surface of their skin,showing their inner beauty once kept hidden beneath leaf laden boughs.
The trees are blowing,their leaves are turning,the magic is coming,the fires soon be burning
Fiona Gypsy Bunting
