Autumn’s Bouquet

I smelled it today
for the first time.
Autumn’s bouquet
carried on wisps of wind.
Fallen leaves–
yellow crescents–
shuffle along the roadway.
Some still dressed
in vibrant greens
hang on to life and limb,
yet when I pause
beneath the drooping canopy
and listen
I hear death’s rattle
in their breath.
Sleep comes soon to them all.


I dream of red apples
crisp in the fall, sun
hanging high in the afternoon sky
like a rosy tomato
succulent, bursting with life, blood
coursing through well-worn channels,
never to stop
signs of life, dazzling and sparkling wine
tasting Merlot with hints of cherry
jam, laden with sweetness upon my lips.

*This poem came about from an exercise in The Roar on the Other Side by Suzanne Rhodes. 

Creation is complex, so intricate, so profuse with life and form and color and scent! And I walk through it deaf and dumb and blind, groping my way, stupidly absorbed in putting one foot in front of the other, seeing a mere fraction of what is there.-Eugene Peterson

Attentiveness is the heart’s stillness,

unbroken by any thought.

-Hesychios of Sinai

I would love to live as the river flows, carried by the surprise of its own unfolding.-John O’Donohue

God is the beauty of creation and humanity multiplied to the infinite power. -Richard Rohr

We would rather be ruined than changed. We would rather die in our dread than climb the cross of the present and let our illusions die. -WH Auden

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