Fall has
officially arrived, and for many in my neck of woods, that means getting the
plumbing protected from freezing temps, getting the rest of the garden
harvested and canned, and other pre-winter essentials taken care of. It also
means visiting those places with blazing color, and cursing all the businesses
that insist that this is the Christmas season.
It’s also a
wonderful time for reflection, and I like to do that through poetry. Please
join me for this little ditty I call
Sing the Song of Fall
A quiet time, a
time to gather one’s strength,
To prepare for that even more quiet
time,
When sleep comes to so many, the
long
Quiet sleep of winter.
A heart that
beats with glory in spring, one that
Beats with color and music through a
long
Hot summer, now slows, prepares for
a long
Quiet sleep of winter.
Few songs are
sung to the grand scape of fall, so
Many are so busy, preparing for the
next,
It’s fall when the next comes with
joy, a long
Quiet sleep of winter.
Blankets of
color grace the pastoral, blood and sap
Draw within, saving their strength
for that
Other, when cold shivers all limbs,
for a long
Quite sleep of winter.
Sing the song of
fall, sing the song of making ready,
When the pastoral is quiet to the
soul, when
We gather that sown, sleep warm,
waiting for
Our green awakening from a
Long Quiet Sleep of
Winter.
We’ve been
teased by those prognosticators of “the weather” with the possibility of a
strong El Niño this winter, which if it happens, could mean the end of our
prolonged drought here in northwestern Nevada. We won’t be doing much fall
fishing since the rivers are empty, but those thoughts of a wet winter might
bring spring fishing, and so, we’ll do a little rain dance to help it along.
Enjoy this
autumn, an in-between sort of season. Winter is pretty much just that. Cold,
wet, Jack Frost presiding. Spring is renewal, fresh growth, all good and warm
and green, while summer is hot, filled with swimming and fishing and eating
BBQ. But old man fall, he just kind of sits around, turning gorgeous colors,
ambling between a few days of warmth, a couple of cold, maybe a touch of rain,
then some frost. Just can’t make up its mind. Well, I just made up mine.
The end
Until next time, read good books and stay regular.
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