Another Chapter Closes

Labor Day weekend.  Full campground.  Cooler nights and families desperate for s’mores whittled our firewood supply down three times over.  Maintenance hauled it in by the tractor load, and we delivered it by the golf cart load–my favorite job.  🙂

Aside from some unavoidable old-lady peevishness–brought on by campers who can’t walk on the roads but insist on the shortest path to wherever they are aiming even if it takes them within inches of my window–I have to admit it has been a wonderful weekend closing to this summer in Tennessee.  We didn’t have any trouble.  Not even one complaint, as far as I know.  Just kids flying around on their bikes, playing in the sandbox, tossing a football with dad; campers playing horseshoes, walking dogs, enjoying the pool; water lovers fishing and kayaking in the river that flows along the length of the park.  Families making memories.

Nevertheless, Dawny and I eagerly anticipate tomorrow, when 73 campers will pull out in a long, winding train back to their homes, their lives, their normalcy.  For then we will once again be free to walk the campground loop without fear of an off-leash or too-long-of-a leashed dog rushing us from between the endless rows of campers.  Dawny likes to walk through the park area just fine, but her true joy is keeping track of our immediate neighborhood in the campground, smelling all the news that is fit to piddle.  Boy, she is going to get a nose-full tomorrow!

Meanwhile, the signs of autumn hover over our heads in browning, slowly falling leaves.  In spots they crunch underfoot, announcing the coming season of quickening nightfalls and lazy-rising morns.  The promise of cozy, delectable holiday feasting wafts from the next fluttering page.

Soon enough, we will move on, too.  Close this little chapter and open another.  Until then, I look forward to enjoying the peace and quiet, as well as the vibrancy and color, that comes with early autumn in Tennessee.  It is a beautiful place and we are blessed to be here.

My hope for you is that your next season is as lovely and you are just as blessed.

Mother Nature’s Art Class

 

Get out your glue sticks, children!

and construction paper

and a pair of nice

safe

dull

baby scissors

Here is a box of 64-color Crayolas

Mmmmm they smell good, don’t they?

Play nice and share . . .

Okay, now throw it all out the window!

Then out we go

into my world . . .

_________________________

 

FullSizeRender-1033Gravity’s artful dalliance

with a soft

and thoughtful breeze

perfectly fills our canvas

 

 

 

 

FullSizeRender-1043Shapes colors and shadows

evoke texture movement emotion

A golden van Gogh landscape

brings the senses home

 

 

 

 

FullSizeRender-999Colors go POP!

like a Warhol classic

multitudes masking

the uniqueness of one

 

 

 

 

FullSizeRender-1016Highlights

backlights

strobe lights

complements of Sister Sun

 

 

 

 

FullSizeRender-1036Faces gently blushing

hearts softly flutter

a pastel palette

that does Monet proud

 

 

 

 

photo 1While naked trunks

and bare arms

grant graceful shading

in all the right places

 

 

 

FullSizeRender-1037Rembrandts of raindrops

on somber blacktop

Golden red brown on black . . .

a bold fashion statement

 

 

 

 

FullSizeRender-1027Beauty’s dying breath

captured, enraptured

with all the drama

of a da Vinci touch

 

 

FullSizeRender-1002Dried out veins

and empty dewdrops

no longer nourish

brittle fronds of lace

 

 

 

 

FullSizeRender-1026And back to the earth

to Mother’s sweet bosom

our subjects return

for a well-earned rest

 

 

 

 

FullSizeRender-1017Judgement suspended

as all art is lovely . . .

moving composition

a Matisse masterpiece!

 

 

 

Autumnal Ball

Greens on blue

so fresh so bright

nature’s artful palliate

of false forever promises

while Celestial Queen

reigns on high

warming Mother Earth

with radiant

capricious

smile

 

But She tires with time

(as do we all!)

and

sighing deeply

draping back of graceful hand

photo 2gently on cool forehead

she reclines

ever so slowly

towards the distant promise

of the southern horizon

 

photo 3And the trees

awake

to the task at hand:

weave a plush blanket

for beloved Mother

from their most precious attire

 

photo 4But first!

A celebration!

A bole dance!

 

 

 

 

FullSizeRender-8Perennial pines

work their magic

with ever-busy needles

knitting mossy slippers

for the dancers’

knobby toes

 

Some

come early

standing bright sentinel

photo 4as chill sets in

(Damn you, Celeste!)

and still green sisters

bicker

over wardrobe and jewels

 

 

Others

too tired

to put on the fancy

photo 3go straight to brown

barely mindful of their fall

dreaming private dreams

in breathless silence

too aleuf to care

 

 

All soon joined

by skinny old ladies

scantily clad

in elegant vinery

waltzing in the breeze

photo 1til long gnarled fingers

grasp unadorned

for rings upon rings

they insist

are mislaid

 

 

Finally

subtle

shifts

signal the party’s height

photo 4wild yellows

orange

reds

fairly scream silent farewell

 

 

 

Barely batting a twig

they stretch lithe limbs

lace long fingers

and shed bright gleaves

photo 1spinning slowly

to the soft

forest

floor

 

 

Many bold displays

of slightly wilted

self-made corsages

loosened

by tenuous fingerholds

photo 4with a gentle rustling

dampened to plush silence

as Mother

pulls up

her blanket

 

 

Though bark naked they now stand

proud

tall

weary, too

their hearts remain warm

FullSizeRender-15memories aglow

as embers within

awaiting

their Queen’s

return