Autumn.
They brought her sheaves and heads of grain and placed them at her feet. As she looked down at them, against the hem of her gown, she understood. It is the time of harvest, to prepare for the cold to come. It is time to burn the man of straw and rags. They must celebrate with things sweet and warm and ready everyone for the days of propitiation.
Zentangle drawn on Strathmore Vellum Bristol using a black, Micron pen. Shading done with graphite pencil.