Autumn is starting its annual transformation. It seems late this year where I live.
Here, however, in the plum colors of this foliage a lone red leaf pokes its head out into the open. It is ready to be seen and to declare that the season has changed.
I welcome its small presence. We are never far from nature's stunning sights. Always nearby are the clear indications of our beautiful world. And its endless gifts offer armistice to our warring spirits. Be calm, they say. Find a place of inner rest. Stop all ungenerous assaults on one another. Bend low, the gifts suggest, and listen to the music of the earth's changing scene. Its voice is soft and carries no harm.
Winter soon approaches. Until then I celebrate autumn's cozy metamorphosis.
© 2012 Timothy Moody