A single wind-swept tree with sparse autumn-toned leaves and a few small red berry clusters stands right of center, bent as if shaped by the prevailing wind. Around it spreads a sun-bleached meadow of tall golden grasses and scattered small wildflowers, crossed by a pale winding path that leads toward a small distant farmhouse among trees.

Low, warm light backlights large, soft-edged clouds and spreads a golden-peach glow across the sky, while hazy hills melt into it without hard edges. Loaded-brush and palette-knife impasto in the clouds and grass gives the painting a tactile, nostalgic, pastoral feel.