Fall’s gift

Is there time for flowers, still? Some lingering blooms that wait til fall. Their beauty revealed as others fade.

Do I have the time to pause and gaze, to smell and listen.

To,

the dry rustling leaves, racing with the wind, their music, a crescendo of static.

Should I shade my eyes to the sumac,

it’s leaves, an almost too brilliant flame, stark against the landscape of fading weeds.

Can I lose myself in the oceans of trees, their silent display of fireworks, reds, yellows and oranges all bursting forth in a brief explosion of color.

Even,

the air seems more alive, an exhalation of freshness after the summers warmth.

All this, fuels me.

Rejuvenating my spirit as we wait for winter’s quiet repose.