Of all the seasons nature brings,
my soul is drawn to one.
I feel my senses spring to life
as Summer comes undone.
My eyes behold a palette bold
of trees in gold and red
that burst with joy for one last song
on leaves as yet unshed.
Color is Fall’s lifeblood
bringing wonder to the eye
from sunsets grand to fields aglow
where sun-ripe pumpkins lie.
Autumn sounds are in my ears.
They bid me pause and listen
to sea swept notes from fields of wheat
and rustling quaking aspen.
Acorns crunch beneath my feet.
Squirrels scold their displeasure.
Wild geese sing their evening songs –
a sound I truly treasure.
I love the smells of Autumn most.
I find them ancient, grounding.
They’re deep and rich and earthy wild
and wrap themselves around me.
Wood smoke hangs upon the air –
A hearthside bidding scent.
And vines of purple fox grapes
mark the smell of harvest blessed.
What of Autumn’s flavors —
the taste of summer’s yield?
Cider sweet and pumpkin pies
and buckwheat from the field.
Apples ripe in painted hues
on orchard trees adorn.
And only Autumn gives the gift
of roasted chestnuts warm.
Neglected not is Autumn’s touch.
Though soft, it speaks of change
and sends its whispered message
on the breeze to kiss my face.
Woolen wraps from long-shorn sheep.
Chilly, frost-touched dawns.
Brilliant sunshine in my eyes.
Summer’s presence gone.
This season brings me solace
And I long for it each year.
It clears my head and calms my heart
with thoughts of things held dear.
Each season brings the chance to change –
to step outside life’s storms.
And so there’s hope because I know
in Autumn I’m reborn.
Julianna, October 2018
Out of Zion, the perfection of beauty, God hath shined — Psalms 50:2