After a beautiful autumn, most of the trees have now dropped their leaves, their branches cutting across a chilly December sky.
The sight of bare branches always makes me think of these lines from Louis MacNeice’s long poem Autumn Journal, written during the closing months of 1938, which perfectly sum up this time of year.
“…the dead leaves falling, the burning bonfire,
The dying that brings forth
The harder life, revealing the trees’ girders…”