Autumn - a time to slow down and notice all of the
elements of the Great Composer's works:
Yesterday, as I headed off on my walk down to the river,
I slowed my pace and began to take note of all the little wonders around
me. I hadn't put on my 'little boots' in
quite a while and it proved very rewarding.
I took deep breaths and filled my
lungs with the smells of Autumn; ripening crops, grasses and flowers ... and fish? Coming down the path towards me was an unexpected wonder - a young mink came barrelling up the
path towards me and almost went head over heels making an abrupt stop; I could
almost hear his "Whoa!!" Apparently, he was a regular customer or
should I say, recycler, checking out the discarded fish left by fishermen along
the bank. He took a detour around me
down the length of the riverbank, stopping every once in awhile to sit up and check
me out, and I took time out to just stand and watch him. I was filled with a special feeling of joy in
being noticed by this free spirit.
As I neared our street on the way home, my little boots
must still have been showing; coming down the street towards me were three
young boys on bicycles, and as they passed me they each in turn held up a hand
for a 'high five!' They were playing a
game to see how many of the people they encountered would respond to their
invitation. Once more, I felt a special
joy in being included in the play of these free spirits!
Autumn's Call To Rest
The great
Conductor
Takes up his
baton,
A silence fills
the air;
He calls for a
rest,
Which is sometimes
the best
Of all sounds to a
hopeful ear;
Autumn stands at
attention,
Mother Nature
takes her cue,
As the Great
Composer's work takes form,
In colours of
every hue,
He begins with a
gentle adagio,
Setting the
perfect pace,
Stepping up to
lead the others,
As the players
take their place;
Each element of
life comes in
At their appointed
time,
Adding their sweet
harmony,
To a song of
wordless rhyme;
From andante to
allegro,
The symphony
builds and grows,
In colours and
sounds and sights profound,
To crescendo as
Nature glows!
And we with our
gifts, our colours,
Are invited to
take our place,
To stand at
attention and listen,
Then to sing with
strength and grace,
And to heed the
request,
To wait for the
best,
The song is not
finished,
But merely at
rest.
