The Breath of Fall...

...is whispering against my cheeks!

This morning was cleansed by last night's storm.
The fields looked alive again, even in their golden state.
That which had become accustomed to wearing dusty green, had returned to it's natural glorious hue (which happens to be my favorite color!).
The air was crisp, the lawn littered with fallen leaves from Locust trees.
I dug deep into my dresser in search of a sweater, grabbed my abandoned slippers and headed for my front porch.
There, with the rich aroma of my morning coffee,
the quiet sounds of horses content with feed,
an inner sense of a season's end, surrounded my being.
I allowed the love, yet hate, thoughts to traverse my mind.

The many flowers are getting tired, the harassing weeds are prospering.
(Here, I take responsibility for the demise and regrowth thereof.)
The horses have begun shedding their summer coats.
The young quail are finally out and displaying their crests.
Trees are turning color and Chrysanthemums are budding.
The many nests have been abandoned, and the skies more dotted.
Pumpkins are becoming more orange each day;
Rhubarb is dying back quickly to replenish the Earth.

~This year....
As Winter's chill lingered on too long,
I yearned for Spring and the renewal of life!
As Summer's heat has drained my energy, I long for Fall's parade of colors!

~This year....
What seemed like a Winter that wouldn't quit,
it now feels like a Summer that needs some closure.

~This year....
It's only August, yet I welcome these early changes.


~This year....