Fall called this afternoon from our back door.
So my little guy and I headed down to the creek.
We discovered the world along the way.
to look a little closer and go a little further.
And reached for it.
We found summer still in bloom.
And winter's provision.
We marvelled at fall's palette.
And we couldn't help but want to be a part of it.
We lingered. In awe.
Autumn leaves danced on liquid light.
Bubbles sailed like tiny boats adrift in the breeze,
And smallest splashes popped up like momentary crystal cups.
We climbed reluctantly back up the creek bank
And stopped to gather a bit of late harvest.
Tiny hands filled Mama's shirt hem like a basket.
Now supper's been served.
The sun has set.
But the door is still open to the night air,
and friends are forever welcome.
There is always a chance
for one more game of checkers on the deck,
a bowl of sweet cherry ice cream with dark chocolate syrup,
and a warm cup of bold Pacific Rim roasted coffee.
Or we can simply sit
under the canvas of the night
and reflect on fall.
From my back yard,