by Morgan Macgregor

Created on: September 08, 2009

It has been unseasonably warm for this time of the year and the normal display of Mother natures spectacular brush stokes of color upon the canvas of autumn has been detained.

But the leaves, they have started changing recently.

I love the contrast of colors against the clear crisp autumn sky. The vibrancy of the red, orange and yellows bursting with life as they transform from the the steady greens of summer into the flecks of color that glitter in the sky above.The beautiful colors always provide me an inner comfort that validates the beauty that exists within the constants of change that are always occurring.

And the leaves...... they fall.

A simple caress from the whispering wind releases the life from above in a cascade of glittering gold caught in a stream of sunlight; guiding these treasures gently and lovingly to the next phase of existence down to the world below.

The yellows waltz, flickering in the sunlight.
The oranges twist and turn, twirling through the air.
The reds glide gently on the ebb and flow of the autumn breeze.
Gently, softly, quietly with ease they settle to the ground below.

It always reminds me of when I was a little girl and life was filled with the fantastic joy of simplicity; when faith and trust could be found in a pile of raked leaves.Growing up there have always been more then a few trees on my property and it always became necessary to pile up the leaves as fast as they begin to fall. Raking leaves was never the part that I enjoyed....but the rewards of jumping in them was pure delight.

My younger Brother and I would maneuver the leaves into enormous piles until we had several shaped like small pyramids randomly scattered through the backyard. Dressed in our sneakers, hats and hand me down coats, we would lace our little fingers together and race towards a pile as fast as out little legs could carry us. Just before we reached the pile we would close our eyes, grasp each others hands a bit tighter, hold our breath.......

....and then we would jump.

There was always that moment, that point in time, that second filled with the anticipation of impact. The little space of uncertainty after the leap of faith that would gently embrace us and guide us down into the sea of leaves.Landing softly and sinking into the pile that enveloped us in it's sweet musty scent, an explosion of colors would fan out around us. Time almost seemed to stop, the leaves would float above us, gently falling back down to the ground and there was no sound

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