melancholy

The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year,
Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sear.
--William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878) American poet and journalist.

Let's hope our melancholy days are over! I'm ready for spring. But as I was looking though old photos I found this one of a moss/lichen covered tree on Unaka Mountain and thought I better post it before spring arrives. It's a sad and lonely photo, but there's something compelling about that tree, its rough textures and graceful curves reaching out into the mist.