There’s one thing about this fall in the foothills outside Denver and the nearby higher elevations in towns like Evergreen or Conifer: leaves are holding tight to the branches in suspended shimmering animation.
Snow comes late this year allowing for nature’s breathtaking mural of changing colors.
This lone aspen caught my attention among the surrounding green fir trees off a hiking trail days ago. The bright white column of bark, and the crown of sienna and gold stopped me breathless.
Its flutter in the breeze sounded like water. But I was more mesmerized visually as it responded to the wind. The brightly hued discs seemed to communicate with the natural world around me, the way the leaves flipped and somersaulted into blue sky. Take yourself back to the days of your beginning, a mere pre-toddle perhaps, before the scientific explanations of wind theory were even conceived in your understanding, and you might get a feel for the awe I’m describing. If I didn’t know better, I’d say the tree was brimming with emotion.
Joy. Effervescence. Creativity.
There’s something mystical about this season in the northern hemisphere when we are graced with the vivid panorama of nature as she methodically slips from spectacular color into the monochromatic rhapsody of snow white.
Each season has its glory and today, autumn seems especially vibrant.
Wild is the music of autumnal winds amongst the faded woods. —William Wordsworth
No spring nor summer
beauty hath such grace
as I have seen in
one autumnal face.
The wind blows where it wishes and you hear the sound of it, but do not know where it comes from and where it is going, so is everyone who is born of the Spirit.
Wishing you moments of beauty this glorious time of year.
Thanks for stopping by. ♥