Beautiful irony in the blanket of serene
That I find in the coming of fall:
The most pleasant of breaths given from The Creator,
The refined aging of my home's trees.
The perfectly made bed of leaves on the ground
that colored my childhood memories.
Beautifully ironic that the coming of the cold can inspire inner warmth,
Softer sunshine illustrates the Majestic nature of all that is.
Beautifully ironic that many hear the call of autumn to embrace their lovers,
for the cold is Coming.
It is the calm before the snow storms,
the canvass with which The Divine Artist displays His calligraphy.
I marvel at His handwritings...