My quiet and gentle associate
At summer’s fading
My generous, giving companion
At summer’s desertion
My wildly, colourful acquaintance
At summer’s demise
It seems in these quiet days that autumn has gently slipped in through the back door. Perhaps because the end of the summer was so wonderfully warm, it is easier to notice the sudden and very deliberate change that has come into the air. A stillness – almost waiting – has come, that the year is now turning to its conclusion. All that has been made is ready for the coming dark winter months.
The trees seem tired. They have lost their luscious, summer green, But there are no vivid warm colours yet, only the anticipation of the last crescendo, before the sun sinks below the horizon for longer than it is above it!
So it is with mixed feelings that I great the sun, as he rises on my way to work. Today it was burnt orange light that threw itself across my path. A truly distracting wonder. I was slightly annoyed, that I didn’t have time to stop, nor did I have my camera. However I know that soon he will stay asleep for much longer and I will make my morning journey in the dark.