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Brisk, crisp, crackly air drying Sweet smelling moldy leaves Brilliant color swept trees Raining fall down upon us all
Cutting wind out of the Northwest Flowing through their woolen coats To chill the bones of happy children Raging against Life's oppression
Armed with fervent laughter They bombard aging time With playful smiles, warm embraces And limitless, unconditional love
Naive of worldly worries And their slow fall from graces Eventually, all brilliant leaves fall Leaving forests of colorless trees(more)
It’s all to do with weather conditions. Climate has a magical wand in his hands and he uses it as he wishes; or so it seems.
It always amazes me how the garden changes from one day to the next through the seasons; and how leaves turn from plain green to vivid colors of gold and red from one hour to the next… you see, only yesterday the garden floor was alive with heaps of freshly fallen leaves; like heaps of gold scattered under trees and grasses still so green and lush with moisture it made you want to walk on it and leap and even dream on such downy greenery. But then overnight... (more)
Gardens and cats go together; especially in autumn. Autumn is such a dreamy season… and then again, there is something about the presence of a cat in a garden… a wistful feeling—certainly a sorts of quixotic mingling.
And thus, I’ve been staring out the window a lot these days; cozying up in the warmth of the insides while standing silently by the window looking at the quiet garden…
Lemon grass, sweetgrass and sleepy Jacob’s Ladder, cat thyme, pansies and heaps of dried leaves unite; they blend and come together as Nature gently puts them to sleep.
And the wind in the trees... (more)
The longer nights, the days breaking long after the first songs of birds; and in the air this nippy crispiness reminiscent of bare trees, leaves the color red amber brown yellow orange, bonfires and tawny skies. It is indubitable—autumn has arrived. Yet, to my amazement, some roses are still clinging on bushes; making the air extra sweet and the garden looking strange and captivating under this spellbound combination of crimsoned colors and petals.
Does it happen to you too? I mean, are you enchanted by this mystery too? Because, I’m sure it’s a mystery—this encountering and mingling... (more)
...with brilliant flair...
Summer is a hopping rabbit getting ready for winter
And a wee baby turtle dreaming on the last magical leaf
Indian summer of the shadowy fields, lyric nights and enchanted gardens full of singing…
I am ready. My heart embraces the hope of autumn. I walk on the garden and wait for the falling leaf.
October's enchantment swirls around me…
Like a grasshopper’s horn I hear it;
High in the maples its voices ring.
I am a dancing leaf,
A locust slowly grinding the silence,
Under a moon waning and... (more)
... and sketching over the years. That did not resolve the question sufficiently. I like neat answers.Then I pulled out my personal journals of my sketches and prose. I rippled through the years of scribbling and scratches. Thenumbers of pages written during a season mounted up. I was not surprised Autumn and Spring popped out as the most prolithic.Spring beat out Autumn by a little. Winter beat out Summer.
After reporting Spring was the winner, I continued to mull on thethought of how and when I write. I write when I am happy, sad,anxious, frustrated and worried. I do not write when I am ... (more)
Autumn leaves ready to fall create a cascade of color, suspended and flapping in the wind like a curtain. Natural beauty is a transient state, peaking in its majesty for a short time before changing form and entering a new phase of life cycle that may, perhaps, be equally captivating.Because beauty is fleeting, like life itself, it becomes all the more precious and poignant. Life is both precious and poignant, and so we must be thankful for our short domain on Earth. To proceed without being mindful of the wonders in life and our individual blessings as well, is to be out of touch and perhaps... (more)
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