December 7, 2011 § 2 Comments
Tagged: autumn, birch tree, finding solace, fog, melancholy, Mist, November
Silver birches evoke memories of my childhood. A scattering of berries imply something woeful but wonderful must surely happen soon.
I love the idea of something “woeful but wonderful”. (Red berries, woefulness, dark forests, bring my thoughts to the brothers Grimm.)
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