Wintertime shapes and colors

On a morning when everything is frosted over and the sky
is a leaden gray, the trees look absolutely skeletal.

The overall impression is one of no color. Or maybe just

the palest of green, a memory of warmer seasons.

Then you see the apples. Last summer's excess. And they
are downright electric against the silvery background.

The vines are haggard and bony-looking, but the apples
look alive, brilliant. Unnatural.

You'd think the little roe deer would come and feast on them.