It’s funny, but I love the autumn nights as much after dusk as I do the brilliant afternoons.
It’s the rustle of unseen leaves, dry and moving, as the wind begins to pick up and make its way through shedding branches.
It’s the warmth of well built houses holding snug all those inside, cocooning us as we go about our activities. You know the ones, teenagers settling into homework (kind of anyway, mixed with a side of Second Dinner spiced with a healthy vibrato of chatter), along with bedtime rituals just about started by the younger set and their mamas, sustained with the rhythm of nightly chores. Windows lanterned not just by light but by family.
I usually linger on the porch at this time, or stop for a moment coming up our walk. It’s a comforting satisfaction that caresses my spirit buoying me up after a full day. I get to breathe in the breeze mixed with leaves and velvet—the deepest of velvet reserved just for autumn nights. The type of velvet that holds the stars so close to earth that I know if I but stretch my hand outward my fingers could touch the shine of them. Submitted by ~a womans place~
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Excellent post…your prose is so enjoyable and vivid. It brings to light good memories and touches on the senses in a delightful way.
Thanks….this time of year is sentimental to me. Harvesting in the works of our labors so to speak.
I appreciate your input.
I love this post. I, too, love those quiet seconds listening to the sounds of family settling in for the “Quiet time of evening”. Using those few seconds to thank my Father for the blessings of the Gospel, Family, Shelter, Security, Plenty in our Basket and Store, Community, and Love.
Great poetry!