Friday, September 18, 2009

familiar footsteps

As shadows lengthen into evening and the twilight begins to fall, the quiet time arrives ever earlier on the cool autumn air. In Bend, Oregon the aspen is soon bare, its withered leaves mouldering and scattered on the pumiced earth, hardened and silvery-sparkled by marbles of frost. Out my window, remaining ever-constant, stands a young evergreen, prickly and proud, pushing up toward the chilled mountain air like a forgotten scarecrow in a now fallow field. It reminds me that it is now time to open drawers to search for last year's gloves and to put my trusty sandals in the back of the closet. Soon there will be the whiteness, but not yet. First occurs the gray procession of shortening days, as the next chord in the rhythm of nature's lovesong.

6 comments:

Sylvia K said...

Lovely shot, Lee, and lovely words as autumn begins to slip into our world and we begin to move to the rhythm of nature's love song -- I love it!

Have a great weekend!

Sylvia

Small City Scenes said...

This is weird.Why is it so different???
Yes the days are getting shorten and there is a nip in the evening air. Sunset pictures at 7:30 instead of 9:45. Moving way too fast.

We all love trains and yes Bellingham is a romantic city. I think I will go back and look for someone romantic. LOL MB

Small City Scenes said...

Forget what I said about being weird--everything is normal again. LOL MB

Jacob said...

This is a nice paean to the joyous change of seasons...

Do you get a lot of snow in Bend?

Have a great weekend, my friend!

tapirgal said...

You really captured a feeling of fall in your poetic text. I love the unusual colors of the sky and the unmatching trees that complement each other in counterpoint.

Raksha said...

Beautiful picture and beautiful, beautiful, beautiful writing! I didn't know you had it in you. But then again, maybe I did. What difference does it make anyway? It's obvious that you *DO* have it in you, and that's the really important thing.