Relaxing in my living room, nursing an autumn cold, I cannot help but look in awe at the concert I witness in my patio window.  I’m lucky because these trees lose their leaves in mid-November compared to many other bare trees in my area.   I feel blessed at this time of year, to see such vibrant colours.  But today they are jumping and doing backflips with that cold wind.  People pass by snug in their winter parkas and tuques on their way to our local park.  I have no intention to brave the cold.

I see the clouds moving and often they are dark and daunting…like a warning, “We’re coming to get you my little golden friends.”  For some reason, I hear Dorothy’s witch cackling this.   The end is near.  The tween times are often difficult…the limbo of this season where we see darkness already by mid-afternoon, tree branches bare…no snow yet…and we wait during this transitional state .  Thank goodness for Halloween and trick or treatres bringing joy and life to this time of year…

Until then, I feel blessed to see this vision of beauty Mother nature brings us each year.

giggles echo
rustling in the wind
bright and lively
smiling at dark clouds looming
one more day of play

golden leaves
swaying in the wind
final act

golden leaves
dancing
with abandon

swaying in the wind
holding on
for dear life

final act
carefully orchestrated
a full panoply

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