Slipping Into Autumn

Slipping into Autumn Next to spring, autumn brings so much color, it is almost indescribable the beauty lies in the sun light glimmering in sultry reflections, the tattered leaves dying give rise to the abundance of a hidden harvest ready for taking then sleep. Breathing desperate holding onto the last promises of seasons warmth and growth the magnificence of light creeping in thru tree shadows lingering and skipping on the branches, the leaf hues ebb and flow, blending and bleeding between the red orange hackle berry and the green paling oak. Heartbeat of the earth pounding with oncoming change of seasons seen before yet never to be seen the same again shedding leaves in wind and rain patches piling on the ground the sounds and visions of change one bowing to another, welcoming and parting quietly. Soul of the earth resurrected by the light to rise and again be seen the solace of hope clinging to creation from the mind and heart of God, the eye of time slips in and out waiting and watching. The human body bears the lessons learned harboring deeper messages the signs of things to come that signal new life and the dreams that rest in wait, as the shadows fade into the dusk and darkness falls soft in multicolored pastel skies. The spirit remains seeking out all that waits fulfillment of the cycle that turns the world revolving in the images of autumn and its resilience the moment marked in time by picture and memory of what was and yet can be. To see it all again in a slightly different light the embrace of the how and why we live, grow, change and age seeing the world anew for the first time slipping into autumn. One season slips away another ready and eager to take its place the flow of life ever changing, ever repeating the point of existence reborn.