Autumn Whispers
Like the feel of resurrection in the Spring,
or like great bridges over troubled waters
connecting landmasses, Autumn bridges Summer
from the coming cold. She may well bring us the
devastating destruction of hurricanes and wild
wind-driven fires of Fall, but she's only harmonizing
with the ways of nature. Perhaps I'm partial to Autumn,
being born one September morn, but I'm also overwhelmed
by the way she turns the color of green into a beautiful gold.
She takes note of what has been and what is coming.
She anticipates a hefty return on her laborious investment.
She creates a calming beauty before Old Man Winter.
She whispers words like 'harvesting' and 'gathering'.
She quietly utters the sounds of 'reaping' and 'storing'.
In a sense, the coming of Autumn is like salt
giving seasoning to the Fall Season.
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