As Autumn's
Still Grey Morning
Envelop us in a blanket
of Quiet & Silence
her Bright Sundappled afternoons
Reveal a painters Palette
Of Scarlet,
Rust,
& Chartreuse
The Deep Aroma
Of Earth and fallen Leaf
Crisply crushed beneath our feet
Releasing scents that come
But once a year.
This Harvest Season
We straddle the line
Between Action
and settling into our
Autumn nests
Crackling Fire
Blanket and Book
Calling to us
As a long lost lover
Calls from distant memory
Following Summer's outward season
Of exploration
Both far and near
Autumn's Sweet Siren call
Welcomes us back home
To rest once more
In the Inner Realms
As Summer's Light
Begins to soften
And fade
Our Inner Muse
Beacons us to follow her
On our own inward journey
Of Vision and Illumination
As we weave a tapestry
Of colour and Light
To see us through
Winter's Dark and Stormy Night.
Cassie Hepburn Oct 11, 2010
