Come said the wind to
the leaves one day,
Come o're the streams
and we will play.
Put on your dresses
scarlet and gold,
For summer is gone
and the days grow cold.
~A Children's Song of the 1880's
This image is now available for prints, canvas prints, framed prints, and greeting cards on my site at Fine Art America
Heron stood tall as the leaves blew round him, picking his feathers up with the autumn breezes. And when he flew from my sight, there remained his prints, forever in my heart, written upon the stone in the stream.
Photographed along Kanfer Creek, Greenfield Park, New York, USA