In the leaf and in the blade lies silence I’ve been looking for all my days and we walk the path, him ahead, leading, and me behind, still coming, and the moss beds my soul.
Will I miss your going, Summer, like I missed your coming? When were you here, Summer, you all decked out in your beads of heat? The leaves blush at your going, come undone, roll out the carpet for your farewell and I’m missing you and all the days we never met.
Summer wanders away, and I run after her, fall.
And we wander home, hands full of token gifts, things the season can’t take with her on moving day, and set them about the nature table. And he cuts out the garlands, going away party, for summer moving on, welcome for autumn moving in.
Leaf by burning leaf.
Lord, moving days, transition days, changing of seasons, leave me a bit lost, disoriented… nostalgic. Cause me to celebrate Your perfect timing.
Photos: a nature walk and our celebration of the changing of the seasons
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