We had a hard frost last night. As I step outside to throw food for the birds, the morning is silent but for the crackling sound of leaves on their journey to the ground. Soon the trees will be bare. I lift my face to the sun and breathe in the crisp, damp air. Heaven. Fall is my favorite season. The firey glow of the changing trees warms and nourishes my soul. The fallen leaves that carpet the ground give off a wonderfully heady odor of earthiness. I feel a connection to nature that I normally don’t notice. A grounding.
The leaf
gives up its
tenacious hold
on the tree
and begins its
twirling, graceful ballet
to the ground below
lr2006©
Posted by Lynne on 10/27/2006 at 06:20 AM
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