Autumn comes in and fades like a softly sung melody. The land is aflame, a riot of gold, red, yellow, and brown. For that brief time, my eyes are on the beauty above, watching each leaf as it makes its final dance to mother earth, the carpet to be tread upon.The trees look skeletal and their branches are so bare that it is possible to count the leaves on each and everyone as I pass by. The trees are skirted by leaves of autumn gold and rust color and in the breeze animatedly falling in the air with an elegant dance, pirouetting around the tree trunks to their own orchestral rustling. As the breeze calms, the dance ends and the leaves land on the ground to form a beautiful tapestry woven carpet frolicking with the ones that are already there. Autumn has a sweet breath that chills the sleepy land: misty hills, and meadows. The lingering sun kisses outstretched wings, bound for warmer shores.
I am thankful for the colors of autumn that are the end of a beginning as the summer petals curl and fall to mother earth's bosom, soon to be hidden beneath for without them the autumn would be a time of sadness, to watch what was new and green become one with the soil, a gateway to rebirth, to renewal. Long after the beauty of the leaves has enriched my heart, their goodness enriching the soil, ready for the spring to come.
Autumn is a season that enhances the human aspect of letting go, and accepting the impermanence of things.I love this season for a lot of reasons. When I watch leaves fluttering to the ground I am reminded of nature's cycle that is mirrored in life. The autumn of life is indeed a strange mixture of nostalgia and blessing, a way of just aging gracefully and allowing it to be.
When life’s autumn arrives, I look back and understand I still have work to do to my best and fullest, a good transition time. Seasons are used as metaphors for life and autumn is the harvest season, when it is time to reap the fruits of sweet labor..... the autumn of life in reality.
An autumn breeze blows
on the trees
the leaves blow away
in a final flight as they dance
beautiful yet dead.
I am thankful for the colors of autumn that are the end of a beginning as the summer petals curl and fall to mother earth's bosom, soon to be hidden beneath for without them the autumn would be a time of sadness, to watch what was new and green become one with the soil, a gateway to rebirth, to renewal. Long after the beauty of the leaves has enriched my heart, their goodness enriching the soil, ready for the spring to come.
Autumn is a season that enhances the human aspect of letting go, and accepting the impermanence of things.I love this season for a lot of reasons. When I watch leaves fluttering to the ground I am reminded of nature's cycle that is mirrored in life. The autumn of life is indeed a strange mixture of nostalgia and blessing, a way of just aging gracefully and allowing it to be.
When life’s autumn arrives, I look back and understand I still have work to do to my best and fullest, a good transition time. Seasons are used as metaphors for life and autumn is the harvest season, when it is time to reap the fruits of sweet labor..... the autumn of life in reality.
An autumn breeze blows
on the trees
the leaves blow away
in a final flight as they dance
beautiful yet dead.
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