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Posts from the ‘Autumn’ Category

Oct 7

Autumn Awakened

“Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting, and autumn a mosaic of them all.” – Stanley Horowitz

“And the sun took a step back, the leaves lulled themselves to sleep and autumn was awakened.” – Raquel Franco

The brilliant color of autumn leaves doesn’t linger as long as the flowers of spring and summer.
Here but for a breath, a blink, a minute.
Ablaze with orange, gold, red at the same time.
A mosaic of all seasons.
Do not miss the show pining for summer behind, dreading winter ahead.
Seasons, cycles, circles have their place and purpose in our journey.
To prepare, to anticipate, to savor, to plant, to bloom, to die, to life, again and again.
Dance to tune of the season, anchored in beauty in each, held in delight.

“There is a harmony in autumn, and a luster in its sky, which through the summer is not heard or seen, as if it could not be, as if it had not been.” – Percy Bysshe Shelley

Oct 6

Interrupted by Beauty

“Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.” – Emily Brontë

“Go, sit upon the lofty hill, And turn your eyes around, Where waving woods and waters wild Do hymn an autumn sound. The summer sun is faint on them— The summer flowers depart— Sit still— as all transform’d to stone, Except your musing heart.” – Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Hit the brakes
Swerve to the side
Stop in your tracks
Interrupted by beauty
Ablaze with joy
Frozen in awe
Awaken to the beauty abound and around
At your feet
In abundance, all for the taking, holding, embracing
Seize moments within the day
Transformed to your musing heart
Harvest time.

“Autumn that year painted the countryside in vivid shades of scarlet, saffron, and russet, and the days were clear and crisp under the harvest skies.” – Sharon Kay Penman

Oct 3

October Bloom

“I can smell autumn dancing in the breeze. The sweet chill of pumpkin, and crisp sunburnt leaves.”– Ann Drake

“October, baptize me with leaves! Swaddle me in corduroy and nurse me with split pea soup. October, tuck tiny candy bars in my pockets and carve my smile into a thousand pumpkins. O autumn! O teakettle! O grace!”― Rainbow Rowell , Attachments

Crisp mornings and eves
Warm sun nestled between
Colors transforming into a rich tapestry
Remain and rest in the beauty of October harvest and bounty
Preparation for dormancy to return yet again to spring
Take a season at a time and open the gifts each offers.

“There is something in October sets the gypsy blood astir: We must rise and follow her, When from every hill of flame She calls, and calls each vagabond by name.”― William Bliss

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