It is a sunny morning and Spring is in the air.
This has strayed here from my poetry blog:
"They enter the new world naked
cold, uncertain of all
save that they enter. All about them
the cold, familiar wind"
It is about leaves but could, of course, refer to all of us:
"We come into the world naked, having nothing and we leave naked, taking nothing with us."

waspbuster
Nice Picture.