The Fall Day

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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

The Japanese have a Verse for it

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The flow of the river is ceaseless

and its water is never the same.

The bubbles that float in the pools,

now vanishing, now forming,

are not of long duration;

so in the world are man and his dwellings…

They die in the morning,

they are born in the evening,

like foam on the water.”

– Kamo Chomei (1153-1216), Hojo-ki (An account of my hut), 1212