Official Autumn doesn’t begin for a week, but here in the north woods the blush of fall is very evident. The nights, and many days, are cool. The ground cover is yellowing and the maples have begun to blaze. Lately when I see trees, still full of green leaves dancing with the wind, I am keenly aware that all of those leaves will soon be gone. I deeply appreciation their summer gift!

Thank you, Christy for sharing this very appropriate poem by e.e. cummings  (1894-1962):

i thank You God for this most amazing

i thank You God for most this amazing
day: for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes

(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun’s birthday; this is the birth
day of life and of love and wings: and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)

how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any–lifted from the no
of all nothing–human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?

(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)