Autumn's Enchantment

Autumn’s Enchantment
By
Delbert McGill


As memories of summer’s heat fades into the milky white mist;
With her  mystical fingers she reaches out to caress the leaves;
In shades of red, yellow, gold and brown she  paints the land;

Autumn comes forth like a maiden with a sweet kiss;
Her cool breath bathes and soothes the soul like a herbal tea;
Her gentle laugher cast wind tossed leaves into the sky like sand;

Some men think her an old lady in truth she but an impish child;
Playful and laughing she runs tempting us to join her merry dance;
Her songs take us back to a time long past to our own innocence;

Through wood and glen like deer and rabbits we ran so free and wild;
Her pipes plays a blissful tune until our feverish minds or lost in her chant;
From her temple we smell the drifting fragrance  from rich burning incense;

Lost in some strange fantasia dream we care not for worldly pleasure;
We join together in the enchanted dance of her cunning spell;
With hearts enraptured by mystic songs she weaves our cares away;

© September 16, 2006 By Delbert W. McGill

A Few Words About the Fall

   There are two times of the year that I love and that fall and spring.  Fall like spring is a time of transition.  It is a time where mother nature gives us a show like none other.  It is her last hurrah before winter’s icy hand brings us grey cold skies.  Old man winter has his chilly beauty and youthful summer array’s himself like a proud peacock.  Spring in her innocence walks about arrayed in hues of color
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   Where Spring is an innocent maiden, fall is an impish enchantress weaving her spell of playful seduction.  She gives us time to pause and to reminisce on youth follies and good times with family and friends.  In her finery of yellow, gold, orange and red we see in her a time to give thanks and a time to laugh at our childhood fears of ghosts and goblins.  We think of harvest moons and bonfires.  We reminisce of high school homecomings and English essays.  We reminisce of our new clothes and the new notebooks that would soon be covered by doodles.

   We think of the fall painted mountains in the distance.  She is made of joys and pleasures, sorrows and regrets, combined in the mystical dance of life.  She is all this and more.  This playful enchantress whose spell holds us firm in her gentle hands.

   So as you stop to contemplate on her mysteries remember she is here all too briefly before old man winter chases her away.  Enjoy her while you can and follow her in dance.

© September 17, 2007 By Delbert McGill