In The Tender Arms Of An Autumn Morning ..
Where time seems to stand still .. I find myself at the edge of a tranquil lake. With a steaming cup of coffee cradled in my hands, I stand in awe, a silent observer of nature's enchanting ballet. Before me, a symphony of autumn serenity unfolds. The lake, a mirror of calm, cradles the gentle passage of geese, their movements unhurried, graceful. Each stroke of their webbed feet leaves a delicate ripple, a testament to the tranquility of this sacred moment.
A hushed fog rises .. A whispering breath from the depths of the water's soul. It caresses the surface, wrapping the scene in a soft, ethereal embrace. Like a veil of secrets, it shrouds the world in a muted symphony, blurring the lines between reality and dreams.
As the sun, a gentle artist, begins its ascent .. It paints the sky in hues of tender oranges and pinks. Its fingers reach through the sentinel trees, casting long, dappled shadows that dance upon the water's skin. Each ray a brushstroke, each leaf a canvas, creating a masterpiece that speaks of nature's infinite grace.
Beneath my feet .. The ground is a mosaic of fall's palette. Leaves, once vibrant emeralds, now wear the cloak of autumn's kiss. Reds, yellows, and browns speckle the earth, a mosaic of fleeting beauty. Each leaf, a page in the book of seasons, tells a story of transition, of letting go, of rebirth.
The air crisp and cool .. Kisses my cheeks with a tender touch. It carries with it the whispers of generations, the promise of change, the scent of earth awakening. And yet, despite the chill, there is a warmth that emanates from this scene, a comfort in knowing that nature's cycles are unyielding, that life persists in its ever-turning dance.
As I stand in this sacred moment .. I am filled with a profound sense of gratitude. The beauty that surrounds me is nourishment for the soul, a reminder of the intricate tapestry of life. It is a testament to the resilience of nature, to its ability to transform, to renew, to inspire.
In This Autumn Morning ..
By the edge of the lake,
I find solace,
I find peace,
I find a connection to something greater than myself.
It is a reminder that in the quiet moments, in the whispers of nature, there is a profound wisdom, a truth that transcends the noise of the world.
And as the morning unfolds,
As the geese continue their ballet, as the sun climbs higher in the sky, I carry this moment with me, a treasure to hold in my heart. For in this embrace of autumn's grace, I find strength, I find hope, I find a deep and abiding love for the world around me.
All photos taken by BDMiller at Shadow Lake. AKA my backyard. lol
‘Lone Autumn Leaf’
By BDMiller
In the quiet of the park, where the colors start to fade,
A lone autumn leaf, in the breeze, it sways,
Whispers of the season, echoes in the air,
Golden memories, like sunlight in its stare.
It dances with the wind, a graceful ballet,
A solitary journey, as the skies turn gray,
Falling from the branches, a story to unfold,
A tale of resilience, in the autumn's hold.
One leaf, one soul, drifting on its own,
In the canvas of the fall, where dreams are sown,
Whispers of the forest, secrets it conceals,
In the heart of autumn, where the lone leaf feels.
Crimson and amber, a tapestry so bright,
A solitary traveler in the fading light,
Through the whispers of the trees, it softly sighs,
A song of solitude beneath the changing skies.
It flutters to the ground, a gentle descent,
Leaving the branches bare, as time is spent,
In the hush of the woods, a melancholy song,
A lone leaf's journey, where it belongs.
One leaf, one soul, drifting on its own,
In the canvas of the fall, where dreams are sown,
Whispers of the forest, secrets it conceals,
In the heart of autumn, where the lone leaf feels.
Through the rustling leaves, a melody unfolds,
A symphony of memories, as the tale is told,
In the crisp October air, the leaf finds its way,
A dance with destiny, in the autumnal ballet.
As it rests upon the earth, a quilt of gold,
The lone leaf whispers stories, ancient and bold,
A transient beauty, in the cycle of the year,
A silent witness to joy, to love, to fear.
With the fading twilight, it embraces the night,
In the arms of nature, a celestial flight,
One leaf, one soul, in the silent reprieve,
A timeless tale of autumn, in which it believes.
One leaf, one soul, drifting on its own,
In the canvas of the fall, where dreams are sown,
Whispers of the forest, secrets it conceals,
In the heart of autumn, where the lone leaf feels.
So let it rest in peace, beneath the moonlit gleam,
A lone autumn leaf, in the garden of a dream,
In the tapestry of time, where stories find release,
The solitary ballad of the lone autumn leaf.