I looked up and Autumn was glaring hard, down at me, Just me.
The colours in her skin, changed, moving across her face.
Her eyes were clouds just before the storm.
I felt as though I were doing something wrong.
As though she were about to pick me up and throw me against a tree.
Her golden brown and orange hair flurried down the street and into
the church yard.
And I was held in her deep gaze until she said,
“I’m here.”
I hurried into the house, and slammed the back door.
I loved Autumn, but feared her strong presence.
I could smell her a while back, and then the air changed as Summer fled.
And Autumn cried in the distance “I will not be ignored, while you take
my harvest.
So I welcome you Autumn, even though Winter follows you everywhere and
stays far too long!
Bless you Autumn and your abundance, stay a while, take an offering and when you leave I will sweep up your brown hair and feed it to the garden.
