This morning I walked in the rain
Of summer’s leaves now turned brown
Released from the branches arching over me by the cool fall breeze.
Racing downward and foward through the morning sun.
Brushing against me and littering my path.
Glorious.
Autumn
Thank you, God, for this fall day.
Warm sun
Cool breeze.
Mist rising like a mystery off the glass like water I see on my morning walk.
Dew, almost, but not quite frost, clinging to each blade of grass.
Catching and showing off the brilliance of the early morning sun.
The first trace of color in the leaves on the tree across the lake.
Tease me with just a hint of what will soon be.
I pause to take it all in.
At least as much of it as I can.
Holding my breath against the beauty.
