Watch as birds float freely on the slipstream of a passing breeze
Wind chimes sound bell tones across the valley
These are some harmonious times
Crisp, bright and clear, the way all fall days should be
Freesias fill the air with spicy aroma and look handsome in the vase
They burst their buds. Leaves on the Live Oak turn to colour
But still, even more, hold fast to their summer green coats winter defiant
Like soldiers ready for battle against the chill of a Great North.
A full moon burns orange in a starlit sky
And shines a bright path down upon our leafy lane.
Now we walk over to the old man for celebration hot chocolate toddy
And later still, when we return, that same mischievous moon
Spotlights our garden and everything it touches with eerie magic
Blue shadow bright.
The fire crackles. It fills the house with woodsy warmth
And all is cozy and right in this small world.
While talking quietly
And drinking wine and eating food aplenty
That same full moon reaches a zenith
And comes creeping in through skylights clear
To dust our heads with madness
And touch our not-yet-so-dreamt, dreams.
The fire burns. The flames twist and turn and make our eyes all sleepy
So down to bed, perchance to dream go we, to sleep amongst the moonbeams.
Tales of The Miwok Lodge ~ BdF 2012