Leaves like rain

We have been hidden beneath a blanket of damp misty days, not a breath of wind to ease the leaves from the trees.  Then, this afternoon the skies cleared, a wind rose from the west and they fell like rain on the lanes that run up the hill to Hadrian’s Wall.  We were fortunate to be out in this brief respite, the camera set to emulate the slightly saturated world of Fujifilm Velvia:

Raining leaves ...

Brief respite ...

Golden ferns ...

Wanting to go,
all the leaves want to go
though they have achieved
their kingly robes.

Weary of colours
they think of black earth,
they think of
white snow.

Norman MacCaig – Autumn – 1982