The sun hurries now, eager to be gone. A chill breeze scatters the last embers of fall, crisp leaves layer the pasture, enticing as dry toast. The north wind will take the rest tomorrow. Naked branches haunt this farm and we retreat to the barn. The horses have grown dense coats against the season ahead and the elders, already stiff, seek corners open to the light but protected from cold gusting threats. My own skin is a bit thinner, rosy bruises on my forearms. I'll harvest the last of the season and sort the remains. Words that failed me. Opportunities that dried on a branch outside my reach. And worries, torn loose to the wind, tossed for want of healing. Warmth will come to this prairie again but for now we hunker close, shallow-breathing dry air and conserving energy for the storms that will surely come. Our nature charges a stark price to be paid for unfinished deeds, regretfully late.
(WordPress Photo Challenge is a weekly prompt to share a photo–I enjoy twisting these macro prompts to share our micro life here on the Colorado prairie. I take these photos with my phone, on my farm. No psych, definitely not high-tech.)