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Fall, Leaves, Fall

Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;

Lengthen night and shorten day;

Every leaf speaks bliss to me

Fluttering from the autumn tree.

I shall smile when wreaths of snow

Blossom where the rose should grow;

I shall sing when night’s decay

Ushers in a drearier day.

~ Emily Bronte
BEACHED by Sue Pelletiere Grilli **

I am loving the cooler mornings and sun-softened days we’ve been blessed with on this transitional weekend. Summer tiptoed into Saturday morning, hung around long enough to gather her things, and then whispered good-bye. Her kiss is now a lingering warmth in the sand, as her vivid green slowly fades away from the frontyard Aspen. Her boat is now beached and leaning down along the shore to embrace memories of hot days spent on the water. She is the Seasons’ Cicada; all noise and frenzy as she emerges in June and then, towards September’s end, burrows down towards slumber — her annual life cycle spent. I will miss visiting with you, Summer, especially at the beach with our daughters and grandchildren, but, sadly, I will not lament over the absence of your hot burn. You can be so wickedly temperamental.

Autumn Beach 1

Welcome, Autumn. You peeked in yesterday, just long enough to survey the world and then you let Summer have her alone time. You are nothing if not a gracious guest. You know that Summer will leave behind a few of her things — some guests always do — and you will take care to package them gently, tucking them away in the corner of time for her to discover when she returns. You calm me in the aftermath of Summer’s exuberance, as you unpack your pleasant and toasty colors, plush textures, and hushed sounds.

Fall leaves orange

You’ve been in the wings, waiting for your cue to walk on-stage. And, as with every previous year, you amaze this audience with how gracefully you saunter up to Summer and let your alto voice wash over her soprano aria, gently coaxing her voice to fade-out for a nine-month rest.

knitting by fire 1

As you prepare the earth for sleep, you awaken my soul.

How do you welcome Autumn?

**Please visit my Flying Lessons colleague, artist Sue Pelletriere Grilli, at to view her gallery of impressive and acclaimed watercolors.


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