A damp path winds out of the foreground and up through twisted, leafless trees toward a tall, spired house on a misty hill. A few windows glow faintly amber in its dark silhouette. Fog fills the distance and softens the far trees into grey.

Carved pumpkins glow on the leaf-covered ground, and a few candles burn beside them. Their orange light is the only warmth in a palette of moss, bark and smoke. The thick, textured brushwork gives the trunks and roots a heavy, brooding presence.