don’t we spend a lot of time shuffling along life’s trail looking downward to avoid the trips, stumbles and falls? We wait for the infrequent viewpoints to stop and look at the vista. But often the beauty is about us and missed as we navigate the hazards.
“No Work so great, but what admits decay,
No Act so glorious, but must fade away…
Old things must yield to New, Common to Strange,
Perpetual Motion, brings perpetual Change.”
James Miller, 1731
and it begins…the tumbling, twirling, spinning, floating free fall of the leaves. No big winds yet, no heavy rains yet, but already the leaves separate from their branch and land in Autumn’s colors. Thank goodness I don’t have a lot to clean up, so I can wax ‘poetically’.
“Frame thy mind to mirth and merriment, which bars a thousand harms, and lengthens life” Shakespeare
In a Central Oregon cemetery…
