The sun came out just as I took this - at about 4 o'clock this afternoon. Compared with the original picture (shown in the heading) you can see the change in colour and and a big reduction in the thickness of the leaves in the middle of the tree. More leaves on the ground too (where else can they go after all?!) This is quite hard to see because of the lighting in the first photo but there is no doubt about it. Little by little there is a change creeping up on the tree. Creeping up on me too come to that.
Margaret, are you grieving
Over Goldengrove unleaving?
Leaves, like the things of man, you
With your fresh thoughts care for, can you?
Ah! as the heart grows older
It will come to such sights colder
By and by, nor spare a sigh
Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie;
And yet you will weep and know why.
Now no matter, child, the name:
Sorrow's springs are the same.
Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed
What heart heard of, ghost guessed:
It is the blight man was born for,
It is Margaret you mourn for.
Spring and Fall by Gerard Manley Hopkins
Over Goldengrove unleaving?
Leaves, like the things of man, you
With your fresh thoughts care for, can you?
Ah! as the heart grows older
It will come to such sights colder
By and by, nor spare a sigh
Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie;
And yet you will weep and know why.
Now no matter, child, the name:
Sorrow's springs are the same.
Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed
What heart heard of, ghost guessed:
It is the blight man was born for,
It is Margaret you mourn for.
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