In Haywood County, North Carolina, high above the town of Maggie Valley, I wandered into an old orchard. Moss was heavy on the trees, and crickets were singing an urgent daytime dirge. The air held the pungency of fallen apples. Winter was coming soon.
The orchard landscape reminded me of the poem, “Winter Is Another Country”:
If the autumn would
End! If the sweet season,
The late light in the tall trees would
End! If the fragrance, the odor of
Fallen apples, dust on the road,
Water somewhere near, the scent of
Water touching me; if this would end
I could endure the absence in the night,
The hands beyond the reach of hands, the name
Called out and never answered with my name:
The image seen but never seen with sight.
I could endure this all
If autumn ended and the cold light came.
— Archibald Macleish
Size: 31 X 22