Turning leaves.....

The days are getting darker, faster.
The leaves are turning color. From green, to orange to brown.

Slowly, gently...riding the breeze...goes down the bouquets of leaves.
They form kelidoscopes of patterns on the uneven earth.
Sometimes I wish I were an accomplished painter.
Sometimes I reach for my camera, in vain.
Then I lay the though aside, gently, trying not to hurt my own feelings...
There is no picture to be taken or painted....
not any that can justify the sheer stupendous beauty and attention to detail...
the creator has infused in every little atom of the topography.

All I can do is look around and marvel...and take it all in.
Absorb and burn it ...in the cores of my mind,heart and my entire being...

a home...a world.....

A few days ago I packed up my home and put it in storage.
As I walked through each room,
picked up every little trinklet, wrapped it in bubble,
I lived a whole day...a whole memory with it.
a picture slipped out the back of a book case.
A memory slipped in my mind.
I played over each time we walked through a shop and chose the
one thing we finally picked up.
After putting every piece of my home in storage,
when I turned off the light for the last time...
the sadness I felt was overwhelming.

I know we will take another house,
We can open every piece and start over.
Yet, I will miss my home which I had built. It was small
it was tiny and over crowded...but it was a home which had love.
I could get up in the morning and see the hills from my window.
I could walk on the cool balcony floor, bare feet, and smell the fresh
grass. My lungs felt they would explode with every breath of fresh air I took.

LIfe goes on, things change, people change, nothing stays forever...yet...there are
somethings which we wish they would stay...and not every moment be
as flimsy and fleeting than it seems...