The return of Autumn.
I can feel it
The air is just a bit crisper.
Summer is starting to take its leave
And without fanfare.
I love Autumn
But there is much to be said for Summer.
The delicious feel of sun warming skin
On bare arms and bare shoulders.
Summer dresses that float about naked legs.
Evenings sipping wine and enjoying the stillness
Of a garden in bloom.
In truth there is something about each season
That speaks to me.
The beautiful purity of Winter’s landscape
The textures of nature in hibernation
An unexpected delight within a frozen tundra
The vibrant hue of a cardinal in flight
Which always makes me catch my breath
The rebirth inherent in Spring
Glorious colour taking form from a white and colourless terrain
The emergence of a beautiful butterfly
From its chrysalis
The sense of an awakening.
But I love when Autumn comes.
The smells of pumpkin and cinnamon
The breathtaking colour changes.
Woodsmoke in the night air
Long walks enjoying the changing light
And the way the cooler air pinks my cheeks
And invigorates me.
But perhaps I love Autumn so much
Because it is my own way
Of shedding the year
Withdrawing into myself to replenish my soul
And becoming that butterfly
Awakening to myself, to life’s experiences
Over and over again.
*Written two years ago but always relevant.
©SirenSong1208 ~ 2015
Photograph taken by SirenSong1208