She was autumn though a window, herding leaves across the yard not raked, not touched of design as open plains full of mustangs. Full as flask, her blue eyes brimming, full of summer sighing, a warmth poured forth across the porch, each plank bleating bellies of Thanksgiving. And her fruit bore the rains and the suns, sighing too of shooting stars coming home under gravity's guns. Somewhere, unseen, an owl; and round the bend, over the levee flows a quiet river, home of fish not fought, of fowl not caught, of autumn dressing for the last dance, a child caught between father and mother, between summer and winter.
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For many reasons, I am truly suffering Seasonal Affect Disorder this year. I am so affected by the changes - sad to let go of what's passed, eager to embrace what's to come. Longing for something I'm soon to blog about. My blue eyes ARE brimming. You expressed what's going on inside me when I haven't been able to land on one written word about it.
Limes, the temps are in the low 70s, my window is open, a strong breeze blowing all day, and nothing in my ears but the chime of leaves hanging on above the rustle of those whirling dervishly on the lawn. If you were here, we'd make margaritas and sit on the back deck and just ogle.
We're having an instant transition. This weekend and today have been a little warmer than normal. Tomorrow the wind screams in. By Thursday, our highs will be 30 degrees lower than today. Meteorologist Sherry says that's it for the hot weather. Deck sitting, observing, watching, listening, coolness requiring a light sweater . . . would be about as good as life gets. Thank you for what you add to my life with your writing and imagery.
The pleasure is all mine. Now grab your best raiment and regalia and meet me on the deck.
I'm on the way! Grinnin', too!
Hmmm, sounds wonderful. We know not seasons here. It's either hot, really hot, or damn hot. Looking for a cool front to blow in tonight, high tomorrow, mid 80's. The leaves are either green or brown. But on the bright side, you can get a mean crawfish etoufee year round.
:)
That etoufee makes up for a lot of downside. :-D
Geaux Tigers!
Fills me with longing for things I can not even name. But then I'm still caught slipping from the moon, as it happens from time to time.
I'm watching the trees (right now) being played by a ravaging wind. I'm wondering how long the tarps will hold on the wood tarped only days ago. As it always happens, a strong wind comes right after we bind the wood and hope for calm. So it is with life, too, I suppose.
Erin, come sit with me and we will watch the tarp blow away, down the street and into the woods. Then we will ogle the naked wood, white of youth, exposed and listen for their deathly whispers, this living thing we took axe to, because of our need. I wonder what think all laid out to dry.
i love this autumn bit as well, i still remember the first one as if read today...
You are very kind. Thanks Roxana.
Tree, I'd love to muse with you knee to knee, coffee at hand, just to warm the hands, ok, not even to raise to the lips.
But when that coffee cools you better bet yer grandma's knickers I'd be off after those tarps! It gets cold in these parts. I can't begin to explain just how cold.
and as you're running after that tarp, I'll be making coffee and running a hot tub, maybe throwing a couple towels in the dryer . . .
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