Up on the ridge,
a lone golden leaf splits from its home
and twirls toward the rocky path
It travels silently between a forest of naked arms
upstretched to a grey, quiet sky.
It’s that time of year again:
The time when a walk in the hills
has a surprise around every turn.
The tired landscape baked by summer’s sun
has gone to sleep
Sweet misty rains have washed every giant oak clean and brought life to swatches of fuzzy moss and blackened bark resting side by side.
Shorter days have beaten back the blanching heat and every night brings a respite of cooler air to breath color back into the land.
It’s the time when the land once brown gives rise to orange pierced with lime green and firey red etched with gold.
It just may be that Autumn is THE very best season of all…the changing colors dripping off leaves, the gentle temperatures, a touch of misty rain to clear the air.
I ran into a friend the other day and when I said "Isn't it gorgeous today!'..It sounded like she answered,
"Yes, It's just BeautiFall"…
and I thought, man that is the perfect sentiment!
So now, I'm going to add it to some of my little cards and make some new fall flowers.
