The beauty of the dying world around us imparts a poignancy
to the scene. Departing evening shadows
grow longer and darker as the nights grow colder. A full harvest moon shines brightly among overcast
skies. The low valleys are enchanted by
the cover of white-frosted morning dew. The
rains fall much lighter and slower as all nature weeps for the impending fallow
season to come. The life-giving flow
within all growing plants and trees begins to withdraw to their core as the sunlight
also withholds its magic. “Be at peace”
is whispered in the gentle breezes that carry emancipated, colorful leaf
spirits in circular dances to rest upon the moist forest floor. And so begins the slow recycling process of eternal
stardust.
The lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer have acquiesced to the overcast,
downcast, outcast days of autumn. Autumn is the season of the soul. The time has come once again to pause, reflect
and renew.
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