Fall
Fall
As hot summer closes cooling fall begins.
It sounds like the hollow bells of the coming winter.
A riot of color starts to coat the trees on the mountain as the days get shorter.
Fall crocuses emerge from the warm ground and relish the soft nights.
They stretch thin slender petals as they reach for the fading sunlight.
The waters of the lake often now are warmer than the air above.
As a slight breeze hits my face, I feel its crisp dry fingers caress my cheeks.
In the morning, a mist rises from the still calm surface.
The mug of tea feels so warm against my fingers as I hold it.
I sip it and savor its flavor as I survey all that is around me.
All that is fall comes to my settling mind.
The farmer who is now harvesting the last crops of the year.
I can smell the grapes and the apples when I close my eyes.
With them still closed I can smell the cooking pumpkin pie in the oven.
The air around me smells different than it did a few weeks ago.
Yes fall heralds the ending of summer and the beginning of winter.
Even so, there is much to this season that refreshes my soul.
I can look back at this year and remember the good things about it.
I will also try to forget those moments that were not so good.
My spirit senses that this ending means the promise of a new year.
Copyright © Hillard Sarver | Year Posted 2016
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