No Gray in Autumn

I love a changing tree. It’s the time of year where every morning is a surprise of color around every corner in my favorite park. That, and an overcast morning, are the inspiration for today’s draft.

Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedThere is no such thing as gray in autumn.Only the breathing space between earth's exhale of color Only the closed eye moment of the blink in the sunlight There is no such thing as gray as life prepares to sleep for a while.Only the the pause the moment of between this and that while life expels the full force of itself into your eyeballs Only the full force of color offering energy for the winter --if we will only pause and let ourselves be filled by the glory of a butterfly tasting the last sweetness on a dying blossom the birds playing in and out of the tall grasses the blaze of an adolescent deer's tail as it bounds across into the close growing trees