Autumn's return

 

With summers departure, autumn begins to spread its melancholic pageantry, which is now more pronounced and ubiquitous.

Vivid reds and ambers appear, transforming the landscape and my outlook, as though preparing me for the coming chill of winter, which I know will envelop me soon.

Already, I yearn for that warm embrace from the sun that grows weaker with each day, as though its life-giving force is ebbing away, reminding me I should keep my own life force in check, as autumn has aged me by another year.

A year that will shortly slip by, not unlike Ezra Pound's field mouse, ' not shaking the grass. '

 

RAK 10/23