A Prelude to Autumn

“The earth has music for those who listen.”

Shakespeare

Today is a splendid prelude to Autumn’s full on gorgeousness, a Pumpkin Spice Latte type of day. Autumn struts into town, street princess style, a style too tempting for words. She summons our senses, demands we behold her campy presence. A tousled mess of flowing curls, thickened by the rich decay and rot of a summer’s sweet rose. Bits and sticks woven together, like springtime nests,tied up in golden ribbons, frame her handsome face. Streamers of tulle, shades of earthen, moss and crimson wraparound her spirit. She is beholden to Winter.

Sunbeams gently push light rays between the cloud spaces. They sparkle and shine, illuminate the earth. It’s a perfect moment to linger and pause, behold her beauty. People stroll, their shoulders wrapped with woolen sweaters, a comfort from the sudden chill of Autumn’s tossed kisses.

I believe I ❤ Autumn best of all.

Autumn’s whisperings caress, “Soon, soon.”Notice me.

Soon the leaves will drop, their glorious colours of crimson, yellow and orange, lighting up the land like sparks

Drifting and dancing, they spin, pivoting on the back of a swaggering wind blustering from the North.

Pumpkins, cinnamon, and cardamom mingle and mix

Aromas tease while apples bake, reminding us of deeper feelings we can’t quite put our fingers on.

Autumn’s whispering, “Soon, Soon.”

Squirrels scampering, sideways and back, chittering the news,

“Soon, soon.”

Gathering acorns to tuck inside their wintery nests.

Snuggle up.

Autumn’s whispering, “Soon, Soon.”

Autumn Splendour