SEASONS (ON THE FIRST DAY OF AUTUMN)

The sun came through the treetops but only in shards and sparkles somehow floated through the air. I saw a snake, long and learn and mature and looking for a hole to climb or slither into. The fall leaves were there, but there will be more. I think that the water when it rains will be like manna from heaven and so interesting to see and feel and touch. I know the grassy summit and the pebble walkway and the big stones and the valley corridor along with the tractor laden field and the side paths full of feral berries and peculiar shrubs of all sorts. The sky, seen in a parting of the treeline, is light blue and without clouds. When will the place cool off? Enough of summer, though it is pretty. I pick up a cool rock in my hand and look at its markings. I also see the leaves around, large, yellowed, crumbling, falling. Maybe autumn shall come practically overnight, the way seasons have sometimes been known to do. The branch hovers in a secret breeze and makes shapes on a log, on a stone, on the atmosphere, on the soul. It is that and the bit of cool path we have for now. One day we will be amidst the barren branches happily breathing in the cold air, and after that, oh- that is the special time,- old man winter, icicles, snow, snowflakes, crisp wind, afternoon storms, accumulation of several feet of snow and along with this accumulation of all manner of beautiful winter day scenes and labyrinthine-like night dreams as we travel real forest corridors and those of the sub and even supra-conscious. 




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  1. John L. WatersSeptember 22, 2017 at 6:23 PM

    Brian, nice tranquil and descriptive piece, integrating the outer autumnal realm with the inner realm anticipating both the white light and the cold and dark of mid-winter.

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