Gray mornings where the fog veils the landscape in its cloak of chilly mystery and muffles the sounds of a busy fall commute -gws
Autumn Memories 3
Category: Nature
Autumn Memories 2
Vibrant yellow ginkgo leaves gilding the sidewalks in the tea-colored afternoon sunlight. -gws
Autumn Memories 1
I miss foggy autumn mornings in San Francisco having breakfast with my bestie in his haunted apartment in a building which was once a Gilded Age brothel. -gws
Rain
The sound of rain is a special magic. It brings with it a sense of cleansing. It brings sweet air that demands to be inhaled as deeply as possible. The percussion something that can only be understood on a cellular level. It pulls us into the sound. Floating us in liquid song. Primal and holy. -gws
Oh Northwest Wind
(A Northern California Call for Autumn’s Arrival)
Oh Northwest Wind Bring forth your breeze And with your breath make summer ease Oh Northwest Wind Gift your crisp, biting air That tells us Fall will soon come to bear Oh Northwest Wind Please do not tease Instead, herald the changing of the leaves Oh Northwest Wind Return us our foggy blanket So we may start dreaming of harvest banquets Oh Northwest Wind Please place kisses on our skin So Summer knows its rule is at an end Oh Northwest Wind Time to dance through the pines While we bundle in sweaters and sip rich wine Oh Northwest Wind Please bless us from above So that we may give thanks with Autumnal love -gws
Speaking
I speak with the wild wood whenever I visit its sacred canopy I speak with the wind as it dances through leaves, laughing in whispering movement I speak with the soft soil with its carpet of moss, needles, and dry leaves that soften my step I speak with the fluttering butterfly and the gliding hawk about the feel of the air beneath their wings I speak with the buzzing bee and the chirping cricket about hot summer days I speak with the crows about the enticement of shiny things I speak with the water about its affair with the moon I speak with the wildflower about its affair with the sun I speak with the stars about histories long forgotten by all but them I speak with the sapling about life returned, anew I speak with Nature about the wonder of her world I speak with the Universe about the wonderment in all things -gws
