Autumn in the Air

The fresh morning chill of the garden 
is  bright with 
early sunshine. 

 The close tapestry of the leaves shimmer
 with heavy dew
threaded through with the

fragile beauty of cobwebs. 

Insubstantial as a whisper,

but trap -tough,

they hang enticingly punctuating the green spaces

which glow with a final flourish of colour.

 After a spectacularly poor summer 
the darkening evenings are coming in too soon
but I still thrill to the
 strange expectant hush of autumn;

             somehow sweeter to me than spring.

I know this brief season is only a hesitation 

before the bleak reality of winter,

 yet I always wonder if

 despite all the evidence it could be true that

 the best is yet to come.

New Living Translation (©2007)
And though you started with little,

 you will end with much.

Job 8:7

Be Blessed