The wedding is over. There is much to process. It was a beautiful, perfect weekend. I do not use that phrase lightly. Those who know me understand this. Nothing is ever perfect, but this event came mighty close.
The time was amazing. The weather was kind. The leaves were glorious.
The morning after returning home I sat in my favorite spot, looking out the window at my favorite tree. Its branches were mostly bare. Only a few leaves were left clinging to the ends of its limbs.
It inspired this art journal page and poem.
I am glad I took time to look at the leaves
While their glorious color was still on the trees
Before they began the descent to the ground
To be raked up and piled up and blown all around.
I know it’s the season, they never can stay
They all end up down at the end of the day
They don’t wait for me to have things all lined up
To sit with the perfect drink in my cup
They fall when they’re ready, when their time is here
Seasons and cycles, year after year
And I get to watch and see what they do
From green to orange to brilliantly blue
The scene out the window, it changes each day
As more sky appears and the leaves go away
So I’m glad I took time to look at the leaves
While their glorious color was still on the trees.