"…a muted still-life of time's eternal passage."
Autumn is coming down today here along the river. At least a lot of leaves seem to be falling every time a bit of wind kicks up. Several trees in the yard are already stark, their bare limbs showing, which causes them to look decidedly skeletal if they happen to be standing between other trees which have yet to lose the bulk of their leaves.
"…a textured frame for a rounded rock and reflected sky."
Not all the leaves hereabouts have turned, and those that have are mostly shades of yellow, gold, bronze, tan, beige, and various hues of brown. Admittedly, it isn't the most colorful autumnal palette; certainly nothing like last year's glorious fall patchwork which was heavy on reds and oranges, each scene more dazzling than the one before.
"…like looking through the stained-glass window of a country church."
But…you take what you get with nature and the passing seasons, learn to appreciate them one and all. Besides, there's a subtle side of beauty which often goes unnoticed. A pile of leaves at your feet reveals a muted still-life of time's eternal passage. Leaves caught in a pool can be either choking clutter or a textured frame for a rounded rock and reflected sky. Sunlight through sycamore leaves—some colored, others still green—is like looking through the stained-glass window of a country church. Upstream, scattered leaves speckle an impressionistic mirror.
"…scattered leaves speckle an impressionistic mirror."
Sometimes, desires and expectations get in the way of finding treasures and blessings we've already been given. Life is a participant experience. What we long for isn't always what we need; what we look for isn't what we always find. Autumn is coming down here along the river. Leaves are falling, the sky is blue, the sun warm. And best of all, it's mine to enjoy.