browns

Slowly the world turns into what seems to be plain and simple brown.

Light shortens and darkness lengthens

and altogether too little time is spent outdoors.

And yet, even the dull can be delicate lace,

and brings honour to the Creator.

Quickly days pass and life can seem too dull and simply mundane,

Joy dulls and dreary overshadows

and altogether too little time is spent in thankfulness,

And yet, even among the brown,

an intricate plan is woven by a loving Father.

To see beauty in the brown days too....

contrasts

more change

Like leaves being blown from reluctant limbs

the starlings too move across an autumn sky.

Years, days, and moments set adrift

in a never ending current of change.

It is the first time mom hasn't been part of my birthday,

the first time I didn't hear those stories for the umpteenth time.

Boy, I miss her today.

change

Golden maple leaves float thick in the air,

exhausted by time and prompted by rain and wind.

It is time for change, for a new season of life.

indian summer

It catches us by surprise, the loveliness of Indian Summer. Days of mid twenties and bright sunshine. Grass is still summer green but trees stand dressed in autumn finery. It draws us from our homes to roam the country side and ooh and aah over gold and orange and crimson.

And each day we wonder, "Is this the last of it, the end of a summer gone too quickly?"

thanksgiving

.....God has dipped his paint in His palette of colors and splashed the hills and woods and fields with robes of saffron and crimson and gold and yellow and brown and scarlet.

The maples and chestnuts and oaks vie with one another in autumnal beauty. The sumac dazzles the eye with brilliant scarlet.....

In this amazing garden of beauty our lips involuntarily sing forth the praises of the psalmist: "Bless Jehovah, o my soul; and all that is within my, bless His holy name."

Charles Kingsley

repetition of shape and colour

the light behind the finch echoes his shape

the curve of the body echoes the curve of the sunflower,

the colours, as well, match beautifully.

on breezes

a miracle, this silk to transport a tiny seed,

a miracle, this silk to transport a tiny life.

who can not marvel at creation?

who can not stand in awe of the Creator?