Photography © Christiane Weismüller
Geese crying over the lake In loneliness Waiting for the next spring. The starlings gather in the trees To escape the winter. Cormorants sit black against the sky. Trees stretch their bare branches towards the grey clouds - Defined contours of mourning ... Others feast on life like the golden ginkgo, Dazzling in the dying light of autumn. The slender wild cherry tree with its coppery gown - Turning around to it like to a beautiful woman passing by. Willows bending gracefully over the river, Giving way to their burdens. The ancient oak lets go its leaves easily, It has survived the ages ... Golden leaves sparkle on the dark lake, Hardly moved by the autumnal stillness So I walk through the cold and the dark - Sometimes glittering, sometimes griefing Hoping for the gentle spring breeze again. - Christiane Weismüller
What does your autumnal walk looks like? I’d love to know!
Warmly, Christiane