Autumn

The roses had been hanging in thin morning air… and my soul had been suspended in there too—in the air, with the lingering perfume of late summer’s glories and pompous fall colors; with the birds flying south and the night stars shining in the open Prussian sky.  

For the past few weeks it had been like that—the tired old summer and autumn joining hands together; embracing each other in an applause and celebration of the new season and that time of the year of subdued beauties, colors and quiet glories.  

But now, it is time for them to part and say goodbye. For today, winter is moving in.  Temperatures have dropped and although the earth is still bathed in autumnal glories, the land is visibly preparing itself for its long slumber.

It is hard to say goodbye to the garden.  Hard to stay away from it and enjoy it only from the comfort behind my window.

The birds are consulting about their migrations, and I have stocked their feeders with all sorts of goodies that the squires are stealing away, and the trees are beginning to strew the ground.

Everything speaks of magic and of a quiet peace.  There is something magical and incredibly nostalgic about fall and this cascade of autumn leaves and windchime music.  For suddenly you know it… it is time to start something new and trust the magic of beginnings; time to breath in the smoke of chimneys in the air and watch the leaves making little swirls in the air; dancing in the autumn sun in brilliant shades.  I’m so in love with the fall season; so in love with the month of October—month of mystery and charm and the mellow music of the earth.

Do you love autumn too?  Do share!