Cooler Days

Now, come cooler days, wind riding on morning haze and the once cloudless clear skies find billowy puffs in uncovered lies. A sudden wind and rain storm teases the earth to resurface, be reborn but the chill lies low upon the ground a autumn fades into surreal sound. Some leaves still cling as if the warmth still promised spring but in the more frequent shadows the earth seeks rest in stilled hallows. Nature continues its calls to all creatures great and small following their internal clock to harvest the remaining autumn flocks. The slow methodic mourning dove bids and whistles seasonal love adieu to its summer mates as winter closes autumn gates. Now takes hold the chilly days where bird and mammal pray bonding safe and snug in winter's world when seasons change is unfurled. These mornings quiet and still become unraveled from sea to hill and hide the secrets of the day as softer chants call life to stay. Yielding to the breeze and warm each and every life can be reborn, as trees bend low revealing something new to be stirred and embroiled in the earthly stew. It is a welcomed though chilled calm of rain and wind renewing bonds that tends to follow quickly after tied into earth, sky and nature's plaster. Too soon the day will fade into noon day sun as sun's rise slips into a brilliant fast run and warmer hours rise of time and space in its demise. A tighter hold makes no difference and with every moment spent, the cooler days still increase losing us in the search for inner peace. Brush away the morning, brush away the day let slip out a word or two to pray with gratitude and awe as day slides to night and night again to morn.