This day draws no breath –
shows no colour anywhere
except for the leaves - in their death
brilliant as never before.
shows no colour anywhere
except for the leaves - in their death
brilliant as never before.
Ah, but you were always leaf-light.
And you so seldom talk
as we go. But there at my side
through the bright leaves you walk.
And you so seldom talk
as we go. But there at my side
through the bright leaves you walk.
And yet – touch my hand
that I may be quite without fear,
for it seems as if a mist descends,
and the leaves where you walk do not stir.
that I may be quite without fear,
for it seems as if a mist descends,
and the leaves where you walk do not stir.
All Souls' Day by Frances Bellerby.
This project pushed me to explore portriat photography and apply my love illustrations.
