On an unseasonably warm afternoon, the low wooden fence
zig-zags through the woods, imitating the path of
the creek as it twists it's way to the river.
It's late autumn and the leaves have fallen from the trees,
leaving them bare against the leaden sky.
The wooden shed has been left to the weather as well,
it's color fading to gray, returning to the color
of the bare trees it came from.