The season of fall can ‘fresh heart install’, as if it were the app of ‘love on tap.’ To fall for the shades of warm cinnamon, shades of scarlet, shades of gold - is to have a soul that won’t grow old. Bathed in dayshine so cool-bright, the sight is a light-hug, the aroma is nostalgic old news. Yet so too does it speak of future days, of inner rays, of my kind of restful hues. For when the summer is on ‘sleep-mode’, when autumn owns her road to cozy time of the year is near and then here - with pumpkins, spices and hearth-side soul-cheer.

September 2026

 

The season of fall is set to auto-heart enthrall, downloading soul-hues in the warmest palette of all. Even in a world without the old fireside, when heat arrives with neither sight nor sound, their flames remain to light up the sky, to glide ground-ward as fears soothed to a sigh. In this way in the soft-spun light that falls, cloud filtered and sleepy even at high noon, our days are Heaven’s magic with twiggy whimsical wands waving. Come rain, come frost, come winds of icy bite - these scenes have a way to spark ideas to ignite. 

September 2026

 

The season of fall flames with bold-cold blaze, whipping winds wrapping around the latest pumpkin carving craze. Each golden leaf is a lit candle from the arber’s heart-wood. Each scarlet leaf is their answer to the caroling of summer’s late blooms. Each brown leaf resonates with branch, trunk and earth - the humblest hue as canvas and contrast. Days of rain deepen and gloss. Days of frost grow as white scattered moss. The first hints of winter may be weaving the air, yet Fall’s flair is the ultimate free-share. 

September 2026

 

The fall came as a welcome summer canopy, a dalliance of dappled weathers and peek-a-boo aromas.    

March 13, 2023.

 

Fall reflections in the sidewalk, in that tarmac-mirror art, softening those neon lights to rainbows in the dark.

September 12, 2020.

 

Upon umber-leaf, beneath cloud coddled skies, the aroma of the fall comes in earthen solemn grace.

September 12, 2020.

 

From deepest ebony to melodic umber hues, from cream softened oranges to the greens that mature into a sea-spun sage - the fall has arrived and is as welcome as a long remembered song.

September 12, 2020.

 

Not with the chaos of a storm, yet the kind of chaos of free dance, of joyful leaps of arms outstretched, comes the fall to take Earth's stage.

September 12, 2020.

 

Upon the generosity of fall rain, pebbles jostle in clear streams, each as if perched upon a catwalk pew and the show of the millennia about to begin.

September 12, 2020.

 

A community of hues waves aloft upon fall trees, the heart seeing more colours than any clerk could ever name.

September 12, 2020.

 

In spring and summer we marvel at leaf and bloom, yet come fall we are in awe at the humble root and branch.

September 12, 2020.

 

It is not the umbrella that I love each fall, yet the rain that falls around.

September 12, 2020.

 

The season of fall kindles in the treetops, the vivid hues chattering as new friends set to embark upon a journey.

December 15, 2020.

 

The season of fall is the season of all, for it is the perfect temperature, ambient and kind, married to the colours of vivid childhood dreams.

December 15, 2020.

 

The season of fall is a free for all, it is the treasure chest of nature's colour palette flung wide for any and every reaching heart.      

December 15, 2020.

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