What does Autumn or Fall speak to you?
For me it is pumpkin and pecan pie. Apples too!
Drives in the country and finding an old barn and bare trees.
Collecting the last wind fall of nature in the garden.
Just enjoying the pumpkins and colorful leaves in the garden too.
To me it seems like autumn is when the earth quiets its heart and prepares for winter.
Mary Oliver's poem, Such Silence, speaks to me at this time.
As deep as I ever went into the forest
I came upon an old stone bench, very, very old,
and around it a clearing, and beyond that
trees taller and older than I had ever seen.
Such silence!
It really wasn't so far from a town, but it seemed
all the clocks in the world had stopped counting.
So it was hard the suppose the rules applied.
Sometimes there's only a hint, a possibility.
What's magical, sometimes. has deeper roots
than reason.
I hope everyone knows that.
I sat on the bench, waiting for something.
An angels, perhaps.
Or dancers with the legs of goats.
No, I didn't see either. But only, I think, because
I didn't stay long enough.
Do we pause during this time of Autumn/Fall
and let the earth and ourselves sit for awhile
in silence, waiting for angels to stop by?
Have a very special weekend, dear friends!
