Aspens quiver
The wind has certainly blown those lovely yellow leaves from the Aspen tree outside my window. ( Taken through the window, so lacking some clarity.) However it did not stop me remembering The Lady of Shalott by Tennyson:
“Willows whiten, aspens quiver, little breezes dusk and shiver, thro' the wave that runs forever by the island in the river, flowing down to Camelot. Four gray walls and four gray towers, overlook a space of flowers, and the silent isle imbowers, the Lady of Shalott.”
Aspens quiver
The wind has certainly blown those lovely yellow leaves from the Aspen tree outside my window. ( Taken through the window, so lacking some clarity.) However it did not stop me remembering The Lady of Shalott by Tennyson:
“Willows whiten, aspens quiver, little breezes dusk and shiver, thro' the wave that runs forever by the island in the river, flowing down to Camelot. Four gray walls and four gray towers, overlook a space of flowers, and the silent isle imbowers, the Lady of Shalott.”