Fall has always been my favorite season. Growing up, I remember playing in the yard, feeling the autumn breeze rush through my hair, delighting in the multi-colored leaves raining over me. There was something earthy and primal and thrilling about it. I even picked up small fallen tree branches and wielded them like wands, and believed I commanded the wind itself. It seemed to gust for me on command.
Wherever I’ve lived—North, South, East or West—autumn is when I feel the closest to my true self, whoever she might be. Everything about the season enchants me, from the angle of the sun to the wood-smoke smells, even hearing the satisfying crunch of dry leaves underfoot. Oh, and those glorious robes that nature dons—especially the shades of crimson, mahogany, russet—are a visual feast. Between the sights, scents and sounds, all my senses quiver.
My mild complaint is that autumn seems to last only a few short weeks in comparison with summer or winter, which drag on for months.
If I could find a place where’s it’s forever fall and 65 degrees, I do believe that would be my personal, earthly paradise.
Such a beautiful tribute to leaves ! However, you did forget the removal of the leaves part. (grin)
However, you both have such a way with words I want to put them to music.
God bless,
Jo
Thanks, Jo. You’re right, looking out at the stunning maple that has also just “wept” all over the yard…I guess I forgot to mention the downside 🙂 I must be an autumn optimist!