Autumn Colors

I try to get into the forest at least once a week.  It relaxes me, heals my emotional aches, and reminds me of what really matters.

Although we’re in a season that focuses on death, there is a certain beauty about it.  And indeed, out of the death and decay, life is all around.  Red squirrels scamper, slugs spiral together around a pearl of new life*, and fungi exalt in the Sunday rain.

Verdant moss seems to glow in the moisture.  Photo by Grey Catsidhe, 2012.
A young shagbark hickory.  Photo by Grey Catsidhe, 2012.
These umbrella-like fungi seem appropriate given the weather.  Photo by Grey Catsidhe, 2012.
When I saw this water-filled maple leaf, I thought of the sacred well.  There it is in miniature form.  Behold the waters of life!  Photo by Grey Catsidhe, 2012.
Life is fleeting, but beauty remains.  Photo by Grey Catsidhe, 2012.
Shelter from the rain.  Photo by Grey Catsidhe, 2012.
A mysterious fungus I came across.  Isn’t it beautiful?  Photo by Grey Catsidhe.
A magnificently large maple tree in the woods.  The large ones are like guardians.  Photo by Grey Catsidhe, 2012.

*No photo of the mating slugs.  I felt they deserved some privacy!

Published by M. A. Phillips

An author and Druid living in Northern NY.

6 thoughts on “Autumn Colors

    1. The trees, for sure! The butterfly – definitely dead! Poor little one. But, I guess they would say she’s asleep until she wakes in the Otherworld! 🙂

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