Delicious autumn!
My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird,
I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.
~George Eliot, English novelist

What’s not to love about a season that takes the focus off summer’s calamities by piling delectable hues back on nature’s palette?  It begins after the autumnal equinox when grasses, flowers, fruits, and berries begin weaving fabulous garlands in sacred temples bound by earth and sky.  Then as the days grow shorter, the torrid temperatures of summer lower and chilling winds descend from the north.  The nip in the air they create induces chemical changes in leaves, leaves that become more and more colorful as autumn’s days unfold.  The grand array of their colors conjures up magic shows on woody altars not only in autumnal forests but also in small towns and sprawling cities.  Later in the season blustery winds snap…

One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began.   Mary Oliver

A glance of hidden sunlight, the earth, its seasons due,
The sighing of the willow tree, the ocean, stillness, blue.
As swallows, they’re departing, the skies, now home to few,
The wintery air approaching, the leaves, their hour, adieu.
~ D.F.

The cedars in the garden of God could not hide him: the fir trees were not like his boughs, and the chestnut trees were not like his branches; nor any tree in the garden of God was like unto him in his beauty.
Ezekiel 31:8

(a horse chestnut tree with ripening “conkers” outside of Ross Castle, County Kerry, Ireland / Julie Cook / 2015)

“And Moses said to the people, ‘Do not be afraid. Stand still, and see the salvation of the LORD, which He will accomplish for you today. For the Egyptians whom you see today, you shall see again no more forever. The LORD will fight for you, and you shall hold your peace.’”
Exodus 14:13-14

The ancient texts of an ancient time long gone, yellowed, dusty and worn, tells its readers of the promises of a mighty God to His people.
There is an ad infinitum quality…

… A tiny violet awoke to spring,

Dainty, delicate, she made my heart sting.

The percious purple color, a sight to just be hold.

Her diaphanous yellow center, so like purest gold…

… Her leaves drenched in morning dew!

Her stem, tall and strong in eyes of you!

She leaned against a rickety wall,

Was built for her to crawl…

… First she was so very frail;

Night covered her by a veil.

With all he strength she tried-

To get warmth from sun like a bride!

… Swaying and dancing, in gentle breeze;

What a beauty, her stem and leaves!

Thoroughly she did blush;

So content in the spring time lush!

… Her life was just begun!

She knew her living was soon be done!

Yet her beauty reminded my memory under sun-

Long after her season was long gone!! …

Ellie

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