“When I’m in heaven
Tell me there’ll be seasons when the colours fly,
Poppies splashing flame
Through dying yellow, living green
And autumn’s burning sadness that has always made me cry
For things that have to end.
For winter fires that blaze like captive suns
But look so cold when the morning comes.
I love the way the seasons change.” (A.Plass)
We went to a pretty national trust place today to enjoy the burning sadness of autumn’s colours. Trees on fire, pottering walks and the urban singleton family making Saturday alive.