Monday, September 6, 2010

I Smell Autumn in the Air . . .





I smell fall. . .
the scent of smoke
and harvest. . .
a riot of colors contesting
for first place
in a display of stunning beauty. . .
the fruits are ripe
and all living things prepare for the winter,

and the cycle of life
continues
in its everlasting march
through eternity. . .

it is our place only
to stand in awe
of the remarkable splendor
of creation,
for we are the audience,
and this glory
can only enhance
our appreciation
of this ephemeral moment.



3 comments:

LittleFingers said...

Simply beautiful expression !

Wolfsong said...

Thank you PM . . .

Van Syla said...

Thank you for reminding me that splendor is also to be found in the ephemeral. :)