It is finally here! Autumn – my autumn, so full of sensory stimulation that I can for the first time in a long while, just be. Just. Be. Sitting still and soaking it all in; talking aloud to the sky, trees, or the Creator of it all, or not talking at all. Psalm 46:10 allows me to, as the inspired word from God not only says be still, but to acknowledge Him in the stillness. Stop to meditate on God’s creative hand, His wisdom and goodness.
This season pushes my buttons; to start projects, stare at nature, but most of all to write. So, unable to hold myself back here is a poem I wrote last year, as I try in vain to capture some of this amazing season’s music, and dance along with it.

          The Fall Dance

From the liquid blue sky as clear as glass, to the star flower tucked beneath the autumn grass;

From the sweet song of morning birds, and their return before sundown, to the splash and laugh of the bluebirds’ bath, a very happy sound;

From the dusty fuzzy pods in fields of  tan soybeans, to the new red berries of the Washington Hawthorn tree.

From the crimson Sumac along the fence row, to the purple wildflowers the butterflies own;

From the welcome relief of a cooling breeze as it brushes and flirts with the rustling leaves,

To the pumpkins piled high and chrysanthemums gold; this blessing called Autumn is a sight – a sound – a touch to behold!

Autumn takes her time waltzing into view, enjoying the stage, for her dances are few.