Refuge: Something Dreamlike
by Zbigniew
The sudden arrival of the unseasonal cold has sped-up the fig tree’s autumnal striptease. Its bare limbs stand among a discarded shroud of leaves.
On this crystal clear Sunday I opt for the raking zen exercise.
Pulling the freeze-dried leaves into a pile, sunshine catches.
Something dreamlike: ice, molded by the corrugated skin and delicate veins of leaves.
