Autumn’s ripe and succulent bounty hangs from the trees.
These rich offerings are a time of abundance, the harvest feasts of old.
Their sweetness is a reminder of the long summer tale, hot starry nights and golden days.
The days are shorter now and the nights longer with a hint of dews.
Behind the mountains rampart clouds are growing, and deep within the earth, the Thunderbird stirs.
This is a time to slow down, to bring within and plant the seeds of what is to come.
The seasons are the rhythms of life, resonant with growth and death.
Some of these fruits will be eaten now, some dried as sweet reminders on long winter nights, whilst the rest is left upon the tree, there for bird, insect and mammal to eat their fill.
What a joy to share this harvest with all.
Photo courtesy of the author.