Autumn Waving

“October, crisp, misty, golden October, when the light is sweet and heavy.”― Angela Carter, The Magic Toyshop

Grace by Wendell Berry

“The woods is shining this morning.
Red, gold and green, the leaves
lie on the ground, or fall,
or hang full of light in the air still.
Perfect in its rise and in its fall, it takes
the place it has been coming to forever.
It has not hastened here, or lagged.
See how surely it has sought itself,
its roots passing lordly through the earth.
See how without confusion it is
all that it is, and how flawless
its grace is. Running or walking, the way
is the same. Be still. Be still.
“He moves your bones, and the way is clear.”

Waves of fall colors linger
Holding out
A spell longer
Time and timing
Thresholds
A foot on each side
Lingering, abiding, tending
The work of this day, each day
Grace and gratitude
Harvesting presence.

“And autumn ain’t so shabby for wow, either. The colors are broccoli and flame and fox fur.” – Anne Lamott