Goodbye autumn. Now, the seasons they have changed. In your parting, there rises a prayer: 'May you never lay your head down Without a hand to hold May you never make your bed out in the cold.
' The words belong to the late great songwriter John Martyn. And obviously, autumn, you are not a person, but one of four siblings. In your colours of the day, however, in the soft light of early morning and dusk, you have the human touch.
Between summer's hot breath and winter's cold words you are the sigh, the pause to allow us to slowly breathe in and out, to drink in with our eyes the beauty you bring. You are the hand to hold. In quiet times, in the still air, we can contemplate and we can see in you what we are in part.
And it is this in us, this train of thought, these carriages of pure emotion, that can allow us to enfold the...
Warwick Mcfadyen.
