The hush comes with the deepening of Autumn;
but it comes gradually.
Our ears are attuned to it, day by quieter day.
But even now, if one awakens in the deep darkness
of the small hours, one can hear it;
a foretaste of Winter silence.
One day recently as we pulled out of the garage to go to lunch, we saw this, the clearly defined, back edge of a line of thunderstorms. While I was taking shots of the scene, it occurred to me that in a much slower progression that’s the way all of nature’s phenomena pass over the earth during the course of a year. Sunny days come and go, hot and cold periods come and go, flowers come and go, fruitings and harvests come and go–in other words the Lord’s good provisions are always in a never-ending flux of comings and goings. Autumn then, as Hal Borland suggests in another excerpt, is indeed a summing up of what’s happened throughout a year’s trip around the sun, and thankfully it only takes away what the gardener holds dear a little bit at a time. We may not be too many steps away from winter, but given earth’s history of unfailing continuance neither are we too many steps away from spring. So to recall an old familiar adage, all’s well that ends well, and autumn does indeed end a year splendidly well.
Give thanks to the LORD, for he is good. His love endures forever. ~Psalm 135:1 ✝
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I couldn’t help but cry~ spiritual sensitivity ! xo
Thanks for visiting my blog again, Debbie. Blessings, Natalie
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