Nobody lives on a bridge, they say,
It simply connects two points.
Autum: mistreated as mere bridge
Whereas its beauty is worth the stay.
Autumn blossoms earthtone hues
An abundant sensory harvest.
Slow down, take a walk
In a woods or a park or your neighborhood.
Rejoice in God’s autumnal gift to you.
Though perennial, it peaks.
Midas leaves his touch.
Stop, look, listen, breathe in . . .
Seasonal scents abound
Hear the rustling beneath your feet.
Feel the chill and the breeze.
Colors, floating, free falling from the trees
Adding a touch to the ground.
Beauty for no reason but to enjoy
No evolutionary benefit for the trees.
From the beginning, God enjoys the colors
As He does the Bow in the sky.
He sees from above what we see from below.
Not a dying season –
Vivid and vibrant inviting us to see
The change that means new life,
Renewal and a joyful rest
Enabling the next burst of life.
Autumn shaped by the year that passed
Heralds the one to come,
Still, not mere transition –
A season to be fully present.
Not the beginning of the end,
Rather time to experience
The unique – in all its gorgeous glory.
And Job again took up his discourse, and said: . . . “I was in my autumn days, when the friendship of God was upon my tent; when the Almighty was yet with me…” (Job 29:1… 4-5)