Ode to Autumn

I love this time of year.

I've spent the summer chasing the light.
Racing the light some days.



Fishing every chance I get,
photographing every thing I see.



Making the most of days
that bring with them green grass,
bright blue skies and big billowy clouds.




[Until it gets too hot, my days are then spent grateful for central air.]




Sooner than I realize the season changes,
I love the fall.
The crisp wet air.
And the smell.
The smell of rotting leaves that have fallen
from the trees, makes me feel more alive than the warmth of a summer sun.




I know that winter is coming,
and for the first time I feel like summer has lasted to long.
I feel this every year.
I'm no longer fighting for every hour of daylight.




I relish the thought of coming home,
to warm glowing lights by candle or by lamp.
I find my way once again to the kitchen,
and books that have been left to wait on the shelf,
will be read.
The days getting shorter... excites my
innate need to hibernate, to slow down
and settle in.
It renews me in a way I cannot describe.





It is on this night I wish you were here
to celebrate with me the coming of quieter months.
















One Love. One Peace. Always and all ways.