With today’s brilliant sunshine lightening up our world one could be deceived into not noticing the biting gusts harkening the winds of change. Each blow is stripping the autumn array of colors from the towering oaks and gentle maples.
I stood outside and allowed the wind to mess my hair and massage my cheeks. It was dry, cool, wonderful. Wind erased the hold over of last season’s scent of damp moss. Summer blooms are faded, stems are leggy, devoid of tender leaves just waiting for the first frost to permit them their rest.
I am loving these moments of communing with nature. Why did it take me so long to stop and look around at what I have at hand, given to me for free? I guess I know the answer to my own question.
Winds of change have embraced me. I am riding high on the invigorating current. The struggles of a beautiful Summer has passed. Time for a warm fire flickering on the hearth, feet up on the recliner, and a drink in hand. The joys of Autumn.
Thank you for allowing me to wax poetic!