An enchanting oil painting of a figure and her barn owl amidst the swirling colours and leaves of Autumn. The title comes from the poem ‘Tell me not here, it needs not saying’ by A.E. Housman.

Tell me not here, it needs not saying,
What tune the enchantress plays
In aftermaths of soft September
Or under blanching mays,
For she and I were long acquainted
And I knew all her ways.

On russet floors, by waters idle,
The pine lets fall its cone;
The cuckoo shouts all day at nothing
In leafy dells alone;
And traveller’s joy beguiles in autumn
Hearts that have lost their own.