Autumnal Mood

“There is a harmony in autumn, and a lustre in its sky, which through the summer is not heard or seen, as if it could not be, as if it had not been!” ~ Percy Bysshe Shelley

There’s deep serene perched on clear blue skies of an autumn day. The kind of calm with an aura of authority, even the hurried and flustered lower the pace. Lake clasps the moment and welcomes the sun to shine. Peace and solitude occupy space, not only by the lakeside but in every breath taken and released.

Earthy and fresh, nature puts on a spectacular display. Red and gold leaves; a majestic fall. How can a warbler ask for a poem, when it already knows the song in my heart? How can it ask, for every autumn leaf falling is poetry!

A smile glows; a heart filled with gratitude for Autumn and I have a mutual understanding. Ours was an obscure relationship at first, for Summer led me believe I was her baby. Because down south, October is one of those simmering months spring overlapping with summer.

But, October loved me before I was born. Now Autumn, generous, opens her arms and calls a name. It is to this silence and peace, I respond.

In harmony with Nature

process note: As I celebrate another birthday, I take a closer look at how nature continues to inspire and help me put things into perspective. And I can’t help but be grateful.

The Loon Calls

The call of a loon signals summer in this part of the world. These birds can be found among tranquil lakes, and they make for a fascinating view. But it’s their calls, hauntingly beautiful, that captivate me.

Black-throated loon is much easier to spot around nearby lakes but not the red-throated one. It was the latter that introduced me into their mysterious ways, and I now spend most summers searching (hiking) in order to relive that first experience. You could say it is my muse.

The Black-throated
Loon

And so when the loon calls, I pause and listen before reaching for my backpack and disappear into the woods. Simply put it’s time for me to take a break and live a little.

But, I’ll live you with this poem excerpt:

The loon calls―
I must heed its cries
For what faith I boast of
If I cannot pit mind and body
Against each other, and run to thyself.

Thank you always for reading and your support. I’ll be back in September. Happy Summer! And wrap up if you’re in the South!

A Swarm in May

My head in the clouds,
I dream impossible dreams
– a swarm of bees

Note: Bees are known to be industrious and purposeful. I, on the other hand feel like I’m buzzing around but with no hive in sight. The poem is linked to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads.