There were hints of autumn in the air around Dalhousie Lake yesterday, and the first creepings of my favourite fall colours, purple, deep burgundy, plum, red, russet and deep gold, were beginning.A heavy dew lay everywhere on the grass like scattered diamonds and pearls. The elderberry and viburnum bushes at the base of the cliffs were so heavy with berries that their branches were touching the ground. The rose mallows were in bloom, and the hawthorn trees were hung with bright red berries - here and there, a single red leaf dangled from the old maples high above the gorge. There was a brisk cool wind, and as it went rushing down through the gorge, the river was singing a September song.
Somewhere within are the first stirrings of a verbal (or rather written) bloggy meandering on the wisdom and lessons of the changing seasons and the turnings of the great wheel, but the shape of this year's autumn meditation has yet to be revealed. For now, it is enough to watch and wait and pay attention.
There is a nostalgic Monday haiku sequence here.
5 comments:
Here in southeastern Alaska we also are getting hints of autumn. The leaves aren't turning yet, but aome of them are getting blown off the trees, the temperature is falling, and the berries on the mountain ash are ripe. Last night I had the heat on for 15 minutes to warm the apartment because I had left the windows open just a little too long.
Your writing is pure poetry. "The river was singing a September song" Beautiful. I'm beginning to see Autumn too. In the nights drawing in, in the Rowan berries.
My favorite colors are always the fall colors. They are richer to my eye. They transistion into each other. I love you photos as always and the accompanying words!
I mean transition...but of course, you knew that!
you put into words the nebulous thoughts that float through my mind... I will watch and pay attention...
What a delight it will be to have your autumn meditation revealed...
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