by Lillian Ireland
Sunlight, reflecting off the washed wet leaves, leaves laden with dew and much needed moisture from yesterday’s rain… The cloudy, grey smoke covering and coating each cedar branch, each maple leaf, each blade of grass, each blackberry leaf, now, clean and green, strangely alive again, washed afresh by the healing, restoring rain. The glistening, even on the dead, fallen leaves given up by summer’s scorching heat lay scattered on the path waiting to do their work and give back to the earth. The path, no longer choking with dust, beckons me somehow to find my way again, along her meandering turns. The layered grief of summer’s intense heat and blanketed smoke from the flagrant, vagrant fires kept me away… too long. Today, I am home again as the sunlight reflects off the leaves leaves laden with dew and much needed moisture from yesterday’s rain…
How beautiful this is, Lillian, how evocative, how nourishing. Blessings and many thanks. I am relishing the vibrancy of the reds, oranges and golds, along with the remaining greens and restful browns of the leaves. How I do love fall!
Thank you for your kind words.
The colours seem even more glorious against today’s blue sky. Autumn is so beautiful!
Yes!
Thank you. It resonates!