Autumn Leaves

Autumn Leaves by Darmok Autumn moves me, the turning colors of Spring's last breath signifies life's struggle, my life. I'm stirred within and this continuous change makes me long for progress, growth. To shed the old and in its dying share this glorious pallet of God's imagination. Autumn leaves me breathless, what passion God has for beauty! Bold gripping flames adorn outstretched arms, as fallen remnants of sun-drenched life build a carpet of delicious treats. This landscape is a cascade of dreams for me, I can sit on a park bench and just stare for hours as she waits. Decaying beauty releases the harnessed gift of life the sun so generously offered in summer's glory. Mischievous currents tease my hair, while cool drafts of whirl winds flip at my skirt. Leaves caught by swirling apparitions create a spectacle too irresistible; I won't move from my spot, not just yet. Not even Winter's cold stare will hasten my retreat. This is perfect, and if I could share it with someone, I would. Autumn leaves me warm inside as if I brought the colors within me, as if I'm caressed by this splendor and change. The passing years are full of Autumns, and I remember them all. I would love to be married in Autumn, and I pray Autumn leaves cover my rest. Written November 15th, 2001 © on Nov 15 2001 07:23 AM PST, Darmok    0 • 12