Confirmation of falls imminent arrival came in the form of a gentle rain last night and lingers still.
A soft damp blanket overlays everything – especially showcasing the transitional colors of our fruit trees. A few remaining figs and apples hang waiting to be picked, while surrounding leaves are beginning to let go. Our parched lawn welcomes the unfamiliar moisture.
Birds play in puddles, oblivious of tomorrow. Their songs are joyous, free and inspirational.
Time seems to stand still in the mystery of this glorious space in time we call fall. It’s subtle, but intentional – poised to abandon summer while steadily marching on toward winter.
I smell the pavement and anticipate change.
Could it be the bulk of my days I call life, are much like today – a short pause between the luscious summer of youth and the grand finale of winter?
I see wonder in the merging of drips pouring off my rooftop. It satisfies, nourishes, cleanses, restores and subtly tempts my desire to linger.
In the stillness of this seasonal doorway I remember tomorrows bidding. Fall is only a transition between my beginning and my end of seasons. Winter will come and go, but new life await beyond these harsh borders.
“Listen, you heavens, and I will speak. Hear the words of my mouth. Let my teaching fall like rain and my words descend like dew, like showers on new grass, like abundant rain on tender plants. I will proclaim the name of the Lord and praise the greatness of God!” Deuteronomy 32:1-3