Autumn’s Moment

Autumn more than any other season calls us to stop and be in the moment, to appreciate, and to marvel.

Spring draws us into a world of becoming and expectation, “What’s around the next corner?”.

As years go by, the ever shorter summer calls us to busy ourselves doing things we will regret if we don’t.

Once we escape the holidays, winter asks us to look within and reflect on all that has happened, our future dreams, to count that which is most worthy.

In autumn, the forever green of midsummer is gone as dry brightly colored leaves let go of cold wind-blown branches, and with rapidly descending angled flight find the ground then fly up only to settle again, then with small hollow resonate voices, tumble, scratch, and claw their way across streets pierced by the autumn sun.

Stopping along the “October” river stills our mind. We look then listen, all too aware that the gold and red of once green leaves won’t be the same tomorrow.

Thanks for stopping by.