Autumn Awe-Awareness

A few glimpses,at what sends Autumn's awe-meter over the top...Thank-you, Lord Awareness is fine-tuned to how the wind is winnowing the boughOf supple sigh and so we try to linger longer in the Now We loiter under arbors where we look up-up to stare and stareAt nature’s oh-so-fine design of leaf-motifs on sheafs of air We seek out orchard-bowers bent with harvest’s rosy remanentAnd feel earth’s pull; intangible mingling of gladness and lament We polish Reason’s silver spoon and see a picnic afternoonBeckoning, so we smile and go to steep our souls in Autumn’s boon Of sunrise and set snared aloft in little leaf-mirrors soon doffedOf nature’s wreath lowered beneath footsteps that fall, muffled and soft Of treetops shedding threads, red-gold; autumn’s raiment is hard to holdOf hearts that break with delight’s ache, of winds that tug, sassy and bold Of dawn, rushing yon eastward rim where mercy’s renewed favors brimTo frameless sweeps where nameless deeps flood earth with heaven’s worship hymn To rekindle the simple thrill from pumpkins perched on porch and sillOr leaves tossed wild to long-lost child that romps and runs from hill to hill © Janet Martin