There is a special beauty in autumnal days.
I love to watch as leaves give out a dying blaze before they crisp and curl then fall away.
And this week I have a wonderfully familiar yet completely different outlook.
My son’s garden and surroundings speak soft of summer’s ending, autumn’s kaleidoscope colours signalling the approach of colder days.
So as I’ve window-watched and pondered, taken images and enjoyed the views, it seemed good to share them with you too.
Because there is a bevy of beauty in the everyday as God pours out His glory and grace.
Autumnal days have a sacred blaze
They glow with mystery and a hint of history
Glistening raindrops gather soft light
as they turn liquid gold and rusty bright
Landscape misted by a foggy haze
in deepening darker rain-soaked days
No matter how dim and dull it may seem
there’s always a crack where the light gets in
And familiar green can become a scene
where a squirrel hides himself in plain sight
before he scampers clean away
having made his mark on the day
This poem shaped itself as I looked at the images I had taken this week. It is part of my aim to see beauty in the everyday and God’s grace in the commonplace during my #31days of #writingbraveandfree here and at Words of Joy.
Posts have of necessity been rather sporadic due to many health challenges and the extra fatigue from making a journey, but I hope you will enjoy what I’ve managed to write so far. 🙂