Autumn in Dallas has nearly come to an end. Many of the trees here have displayed their final colors and have dropped their leaves like beautiful Christmas ornaments that lay everywhere.
As I walked to my car yesterday outside my apartment where all sorts of trees decorate the grounds I could not keep from seeing the leaves. They were shuffling in the breeze like children in brilliant dress raising their hands to be noticed. I stopped and looked at the ones at my feet. Bright yellow and red ones; some speckled with shades of both. I felt as though I was walking past gifts on my way to my car.
All of that adornment reminded me that it is the natural things in life that are most enduring. I get bogged down in this disgraceful presidential race, in the snarling Christmas traffic, in the sagging economy, in bills and cranky shoppers and the nightly horror on the news.
Perhaps that is why autumn was created, to help us keep our focus on life's truest treasures.
The poet William Cullen Bryant called autumn "the year's last, loveliest smile." Yes. I want on this chilly morning to feel its warmth and to be grateful for this good earth.
© 2011 Timothy Moody
As I walked to my car yesterday outside my apartment where all sorts of trees decorate the grounds I could not keep from seeing the leaves. They were shuffling in the breeze like children in brilliant dress raising their hands to be noticed. I stopped and looked at the ones at my feet. Bright yellow and red ones; some speckled with shades of both. I felt as though I was walking past gifts on my way to my car.
All of that adornment reminded me that it is the natural things in life that are most enduring. I get bogged down in this disgraceful presidential race, in the snarling Christmas traffic, in the sagging economy, in bills and cranky shoppers and the nightly horror on the news.
Perhaps that is why autumn was created, to help us keep our focus on life's truest treasures.
The poet William Cullen Bryant called autumn "the year's last, loveliest smile." Yes. I want on this chilly morning to feel its warmth and to be grateful for this good earth.
© 2011 Timothy Moody
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