I was also the audience
I wrote the plot
turns out, I was not
Life, in three acts
We've reached that time of Autumn
when it's less about the brightness of the
color of the fallen leaves
and more about the depth of the
color
Some piles of bronzed and leathered leaves
suggest the possibility of stepping
right through them into another
World
Deep, welcoming, mystery
let us enter therein
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This Autumn, I took time to take regular photos and notes to map the passing days of the Fall season...
When I began watching Autumn last month
the predominant sweet Autumn smell I smelled was walnut
Walnuts falling from the trees and releasing their
succulent scent everywhere
Now, at the peak of the Fall Colors,
I’m smelling a little bit of everything
The sassafras and all the oaks, the maple and
the walnut
sweet gum, tulip poplar, sycamore, chestnut, elm...
They’re all there, baptizing the woods and
all who enter therein
Let us stir those holy waters
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This Autumn, I took time to take regular photos and notes to map the passing days of the Fall season...
It’s been a bumper year for acorns
rolling across the forest floor in all shapes and sizes
They say that each oak tree produces ten
thousand acorns
and of those thousands of acorns
most are eaten by
animals and only one or two
become a mature mighty oak
and yet
not one of them goes to waste
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This Autumn, I took time to take regular photos and notes to map the passing days of the Fall season...
It was a week of yellow
gold and bright amber
The walnut leaves fell in clumps
alongside the basswood, northern spicebush, tulip poplar and pawpaw
a golden yellow that spoke of the sun and the seasons
and bright days yet to be
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This Autumn, I took time to take regular photos and notes to map the passing days of the Fall season...
There was a play staged by a forest primeval I had a bit part I served as the stage manager in a play within a play put on for my own benefi...