....in the beauty of her creations. Pilgrims of warmth and brilliance, balanced against the bluest of blues, slowly move southward. It is time for her bounty to say farewell.
The linen fields will soon open to a soft green with the coming rain.
Slowly and purposefully, she will paint her leaves with hues that dazzle the eye and warm the spirit. She knows well how to give care before the darkness and cold....before the silence and stillness of sleep.
Arrows in the sky and music in the bleached grass, her geese, crickets and crows come together in an autumnal pavane; a slow and mixed dance of joy and sadness.
The mountains may well be hidden, but the letter of the red leaf that falls to the ground will sustain and fan hope.
She only dons a different gown.
We will draw close to the fire and warmth, and remember with comfort, the red letter and the promise of what is to come.