DSC_6832

The chill in the air, as a breeze rustles through.
The smell of the moist ground.
Autumn: It’s almost here. 
The flood of memories,
The excitement that comes with the changing of the season.
The relief from the heat of summer.
Fresh beginnings.
A time of gathering up; harvest, 
Of death and resurrection
A leaf on a tree falling to earth
The beauty even in death; with hope of resurrection

Advertisements

Weary from traveling all day and into the night,
     he unloaded his rucksack and laid out his bedroll on the grass.
As he lay there surrounded only by nature, unafraid
     of being alone, he gazed up to the heavens.
The moon looked like a shiny new dime; bright and glimmering in the night sky,
     illuminating the world with a soft and silvery glow.
Stars were scattered through the sky as if they were grains of salt
     spilled across a dusty, dark blue tablecloth.
Bunches of clouds sailed across the night sky
     like triple-masted ships departing a harbor,
     eager to be on their way; their white sails full with a stiff wind.
“In the beginning God created the Heavens and the Earth.”
With this in mind, he closed his eyes and drifted peacefully to sleep.