O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn’s being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter ...

O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn’s being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing,

A photograph depicting "a swirling vortex of crimson and gold leaves" caught in a powerful gust of wind, reminiscent of a romantic painting by Caspar David Friedrich, with a dramatic, yet warm, atmospheric perspective. The leaves, shaped like spectral hands, appear to be escaping a distant, unseen figure ...