From the collection “A View From the Gorge”. Art inspired by the Columbia Valley River Gorge.
Autumn in the gorge is stark and windy. Leaves are gone for the year, trees stand bare. The sound of the wind changes without leaves on the trees. Gone is the rustling. Instead, you can hear the trees moaning and creaking as they reluctantly move with the heavy wind.
And yet, without the leaves, the colors of bark and moss and fire burns become clearer and glorious, unshaded and vulnerable.
Before the leaves can mount again
To fill the trees with another shade,
They must go down past things coming up.
They must go down into the dark decayed.
from In Hardwood Groves, Robert Frost