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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)
Stepping over the edge, I fall gentle but fast Everything a blur, except the ride now past I struggle with clipped wings of desire Feathers floating in a pinion fire Calls they echo, on cliffs of saddened Still I fall, my wings abandoned Through flight condemned to aviary Caught by fate in the fall of Leave
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...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 came frost; tiptoeing the night it came… slowly, it crawled and crept into the garden making... (more)
...the wind in the trees is chanting a sad hymn; it bewitches me and brings to mind dying and death. I shiver as I listen to this song; each stanza suggesting finitude; it’s the song inherent to autumn… the year is slowly dying.
I’m also thinking of life. My thoughts are thick; falling fast from some parts of my brain like autumn leaves on trees. This sense of depletion, of things coming to an end goes beyond the metaphorical death. Autumn’s chant is my own requiem; it is yours, it is ultimately humanity’s funeral song.
The mind in kinsmanship with the Natural... (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)
...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 broken, and tired with summer.
Over my ... (more)
Whispers, listening to whispers.Crackling of new fallen leaves being trampled under my feet on a September morn.
Whispering wind whistling through pine boughs in the trees as I walked thru the forest as a youth.
Crunch - Crunch - Crunch of new footsteps inthe new fallen snow on a cold crisp winterymorn as I walked ot school.
Drumming of rain drops falling on the tin roofon a rainy spring morning.
Gurgling water rushing over the rocks and tree branchesin the stream near our farm in Upper Michigan.
Warm gentle breezes that brush across my face on alazy summer... (more)
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