Citrines Of Autumn!
(Excerpt)
Displayed in the way creation uses tools,
Are the reflected colors of autumn jewels.
Most of the colors in hues of citrine,
Not to forget the natural foundation of green.
The prelude to winters inevitable call,
Are revealed in the colors of fall.
The time when bears into hibernation crawl.
The crunch under your feet,
Will eventually be covered by rain, snow or sleet.
The musky smell of earth will dissipate and give to winter birth.
For those that by location autumn leaves endorse,
The rake is an essential tool of course.
Anyone that held a rake knows what may come in its wake.
Be it leaves, needles or cones,
Whatever it gathers is acquired in varied tones.
The spectrum of fall captures the heart of small to tall.
It many of us enthrall like a dog that chases through the leaves a ball.
There is a refreshing sense of closure,
That comes about with autumn’s exposure.
Putting to rest the garden and flowerbeds along with the tools in the sheds.
Again we are reminded of the stillness that reigns,
The foundation of Life that Creation sustains.
Under the rustling of leaves,
There is room for the ONE that receives,
To question the many colored believes.
Grace!
Grace is the faceless face,
That maintains Creation and each species and race.
Grace enhances Creation and upholds its preservation.
Simplicity is ONE of its traits,
From there it complexity and duality creates.
Grace born from stillness adheres to no less.
Than what it has come to bless.
Namely Existence as it APPEAR to be,
Till we are called to see,
That under every created form and tree,
Grace and Stillness are brewed in the same cup of tea.
The sap in the tree does not protest,
When it by inherent nature goes down to the root to rest.
Although open to moot everything emerges and returns to the root,
It is part of the creative route.
The forest could not BE,
Unless there was a root under the tree.
However long the lifespan or brief,
There is no grief in a downward spiraling leaf.
The harvest of fruit left on a bush or tree will shrivel up and fall free,
To join earth’s rug of leaves and other debris.
Acceptances in nature are clear,
And adhere to what is presented NOW and HERE!
Nature portray a beautiful symbolic display,
That gives us an outlay of the natural occurrence of birth and decay.
A chance to better know the creative ebb and flow.
With all the things autumn compose,
Many gifts it disclose along with the many pointers that arose.
Like a seed, that grows and eventually turns to a weed.
Summer fosters growth to reach the summit,
Before it to autumn plummet.
Existence is born from a seed,
Right down to the tiniest weed.
It is this seed that creation feed.
The powers of this seed can everything in an instant breed,
giving life to the many-faced bead,
And
Eventually back to ONE recede!
Ulla
