Bruce Trail off Dyers Bay Road - Tobermory

they’ve shed their collective crowns. once ablaze with fiery color. maples, birches, walnuts, all bare arms and fingers now. reaching to the sky, stretching, for any warmth. getting the juices flowing, wrapping onto rocks, roots tendril out, clinging, seeking purchase. trip wire obstacles, they peek out, from the cast off adornments once topping, these soldiers of the wood. underneath, the small gather. burrowing building bunkers, away from the path of foragers announced as they pass by, crunch, crunch , crunch, crunch, gorging for the coming fast. winter winds are coming, so much more needs to be done.

€ 350