The Autumn Equinox Arrives

The trees have begun to "turn", and the days continue warm,

 full to the brim with the pellucid light of autumn.

 Morning dew lies sweet and heavy.

We are enjoying an Indian summer

 and working through the endless jobs outdoors while the weather lasts.

The earlier folds of falling darkness each evening

 both a source of blessing and wistfulness.

The blessing lies in knowing no more can be done to the chores for the day,

 and sinking into an easy chair guilt free.

The wistfulness comes from the sure sign another summer has ended,

 and the dull days of winter lie ahead.

Still and all, isn't there a delicious tingle of unreasonable expectancy about autumn?

It's the time of harvest.

Of gathering the fullness of spring's bright promise and summer's luscious fullness.

It has always been my favourite season

and in my younger years I wondered, did the talk of 

being in the autumn of one's life 

reflect anything of what getting older really means?

From my present vantage point,

(73 years!),

though life still throws up it's struggles,

there is certainly an autumnal sweetness in the air.

A deep knowing that spring will come round again despite

 the frosts that wither and weary the spirit,

and more than that, there is a life force at the heart,

mellowing golden,

 rich and summer ripe,

unchanging,

more wondrous than I ever expected.


 I will be your God throughout your lifetime--until your hair is white with age.
 I made you, and I will care for you. I will carry you along and save you.
Is 46:4

Blessings

P.S.  Quoting my age made me realise I needed to update my profile photo, so I did!