Dance in Golden Glory

I love the Fall. Some of my favorite things will happen soon. Picking apples and canning applesauce; Rosh Hoshanna; making the Sultana strudel that will mellow in the freezer for the winter holidays; driving Leelanau peninsula; making pumpkin bread & muffins; playing in freshly raked leaf piles with my niece... good times.

Autumn keeps rhythm

in bright golden russet ragtime

Leaves dance to the wind songs

Maples and Oaks flirt with sun-warmed soil

The writhing tapestry sets my feet dancing

barefoot through tasks still unfinished

Liquid golden sunshine

quickens the life still in the trees

I quicken too.

These autumnal evenings

leave frosty clues to Winter's arrival

Decadent ragtime melodies

set the score for busy days.

Brassy and quick.

It is a doorway to youth...

amber days of peaceful reflection after a long season.

Holidays and their frenetic pace

do not overwhelm me.

The melodies keep me in time.

Vigorous. Unhurried.

The tasks rise above drudgery. After all

these are days to celebrate.

These are days of joy.

What is more joyful than a care free dance in Golden Glory?