no, i can't seem to convey the *smell* of woodsmoke...but try & imagine that you are by our campfire, crackling wood, warmth in front with a bit of chill on the back...(imagining will have to do for me too this year as we are under a burning ban due to drought.)
the harvest moon riding high in the night sky...so brilliant it is nearly impossible to sleep...la luna beckons you out of doors...
*crunch*...the sweetest apple, juicy ripe...take a cyberbite...or maybe we shall bake them into some delight!...(check back wednesday!)
the perfect slant of evening light...casting gold upon the trees, beginning to change...jeweled contrast with quiet shadows...
hayrides, fields filled with pumpkins that beg for carving & candles, abundant produce from the farmers' market, quieted nights with softer light...
carefully sewn by the hand of God
bursting forth from the branch,
washed in the fragrant rains of spring,
warmed by the summer sun,
dyed in beauty, in secret
in the still of a cool, crisp night,
a patchwork of color-
God's gift that delights the eye;
a gentle wind tugging
at the old quilt
now grown comfortable with age,
pulling it down
to blanket the ground
bidding the autumnal world
-go to sleep, go to sleep.