I watched as Fall fell today.
From the rain.
It washed the Earth.
Cleansed the trees as well.
The bright golds,
crimson reds of yesterday...
Yesterday, a day of sun that
warmed my skin. Blessed me
of Autumn beauty.
The Indian Summer
long awaited.
A secret time
'tween the
Fall and Winter.
When all things feel precious, sacred.
Comfortable and soft in the
prelude before the trees darken
for the deep slumber of winter.
It is this moment I love best.
The breath the Earth exhales,
Her Warmth, to keep us entranced,
until Spring greats us once again.
Copyright © 2015 Christi Michaels.
All Rights Reserved.
Oct 24, 2015
Oct 24, 2015 at 8:47 AM UTC
I watched as Fall fell today.
From the rain.
It washed the Earth.
Cleansed the trees as well.
The bright golds,
crimson reds of yesterday...
Yesterday, a day of sun that
warmed my skin. Blessed me
of Autumn beauty.
The Indian Summer
long awaited.
A secret time
'tween the
Fall and Winter.
When all things feel precious, sacred.
Comfortable and soft in the
prelude before the trees darken
for the deep slumber of winter.
It is this moment I love best.
The breath the Earth exhales,
Her Warmth, to keep us entranced,
until Spring greats us once again.
Copyright © 2015 Christi Michaels.
All Rights Reserved.
