Reflections from an Open Window
Linda Raha's Writing Corner
Yellow leaves and golden sun... The September trees are set in a halo of light. Yellow flowers, like little stars sit upon the pumpkin vines just waiting to be pumpkins. It is too early for all of that... There is bliss in the September garden summer flowers holding on as if summer would never end.
The leaves, they fall so effortlessly, these first harbingers of autumn. It seems too soon, but then, it is always that way: the green, green of summer, and the yellow leaves that make their debut, floating on the August breeze. I watch the leaves fall to the ground... It is mesmerizing to watch them descend,
Dare we dream in September beneath the bluest skies of better days to come? The leaves give way to the most enchanting hues that mirror the sun above. We see our own reflection, captured in those leaves of autumnal gold. We know the finery belongs to God, the soft September wind, a calling. The light