Alas, tis AUTUMN.
Autumn- the very word breathes of serenity.
Burnished golden and rust, the leaves float softly downward
to rest upon the earth
They are crisp beneath my footsteps.
With tails at full mast, the bushybottom squirrels frantically
scramble from limb to limb greedily gathering as many green
acorns as they can stuff.
The acorns have emerged by the thousands from the
Grand Ancient Oak.
I think on how many Autumns this stately tree has witnessed and how many generations of fuzzy little tummies
his acorns have filled.
Sunlight dapples into the shade garden through the newly barren branches of the Mulberry tree.
The last to don her leaves in the Spring.
The first to lose them in the fall. Now she casts a long silhouetted shadow across the lawn of velvety moss.
My desire for an endless summer fades as I inhale the
bittersweet coolness in the air-
and I am smitten-
and quietly at peace with this change of seasons....
just as the good earth seems to be.