'autumn rapture'
“Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.”    —   Emily Bronte

'autumn rapture'

“Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.”   — Emily Bronte

'when the frost is on the punkin'
"When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock, and you hear the kyouck and gobble of the struttin’ turkey-cock, and the clackin’ of the guineys, and the cluckin’ of the hens, and the rooster’s hallylooyer as he tiptoes on the fence; O, it’s then’s the times a feller is a-feelin’ at his best, with the risin’ sun to greet him from a night of peaceful rest, as he leaves the house, bareheaded, and goes out to feed the stock, when the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock.”   - James Whitcomb Riley

'when the frost is on the punkin'

"When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock, and you hear the kyouck and gobble of the struttin’ turkey-cock, and the clackin’ of the guineys, and the cluckin’ of the hens, and the rooster’s hallylooyer as he tiptoes on the fence; O, it’s then’s the times a feller is a-feelin’ at his best, with the risin’ sun to greet him from a night of peaceful rest, as he leaves the house, bareheaded, and goes out to feed the stock, when the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock.”   - James Whitcomb Riley

'kiss of frost'
“The most beautiful thing in the world is, of course, the world itself.”     -Wallace Stevens 
 

'kiss of frost'

The most beautiful thing in the world is, of course, the world itself.”     -Wallace Stevens 

 

'dissolving season'
“Attention is the natural prayer of the soul.”-Nicolas Malebranche

'dissolving season'

“Attention is the natural prayer of the soul.”-Nicolas Malebranche

Notice that Autumn is more a season of the soul than of nature. — Friedrich Nietzsche
“The frost performs its secret ministry, unhelped by any wind.”  -Samuel Taylor Coleridge

The frost performs its secret ministry, unhelped by any wind.”  -Samuel Taylor Coleridge

 Goddess of the seasons, there is a time for everything: there is a time for dying and a time for rising.  We need courage to enter into the transformation process.
 
        Creator of autumn, the trees are saying goodbye to their green, letting go of what has been.  We, too, have our moments of surrender, with all their insecurity and risk. Help us to let go when we need to do so.
 
        Ancient Mother of fallen leaves lying in colored patterns on the ground, our lives have their own patterns.  As we see the patterns of our own growth, may we learn from them.
 
        Birthing Goddess of misty days and harvest moon nights, there is always the dimension of mystery and wonder in our lives.  We always need to recognize your power-filled presence.  May we gain strength from this.
 
        Nurturing One of harvest wagons and fields of ripened grain, many gifts of growth lie within the season of our surrender.  We must wait for harvest in faith and hope.  Grant us patience when we do not see the blessings.
 
        Mother Wisdom of geese going south for another season, your wisdom enables us to know what needs to be left behind and what needs to be carried into the future.  We yearn for insight and vision.
 
    Daughter of flowers touched with frost and windows wearing white designs, may your love keep our hearts from growing cold in the empty seasons.
 
    Spirit of Life, you believe in us, you enrich us, you entrust us with the freedom to choose life.  For all this we are grateful. 
adapted from ‘A Prayer for Autumn Days’ by Joyce Rupp, in “May I Have this Dance?”
'A Prayer for Autumn Days'
"Creator of autumn, the trees are saying goodbye to their green, letting go of what has been.  We, too, have our moments of surrender, with all their insecurity and risk. Help us to let go when we need to do so."
adapted from ‘A Prayer for Autumn Days’ by Joyce Rupp, in “May I Have this Dance?”
 
 

'A Prayer for Autumn Days'

"Creator of autumn, the trees are saying goodbye to their green, letting go of what has been.  We, too, have our moments of surrender, with all their insecurity and risk. Help us to let go when we need to do so."

adapted from ‘A Prayer for Autumn Days’ by Joyce Rupp, in “May I Have this Dance?”

 

 

Come little leaves, said the wind one day,
Come o’er the meadows with me and play.
Put on your dresses of red and gold;
Summer is gone and the days grow cold.

Soon as the leaves heard the wind’s loud call,
Down they came fluttering, one and all;
Over the brown fields they danced and flew,
Singing the soft little songs they knew.

Dancing and whirling the little leaves went;
Winter had called them and they were content-
Soon fast asleep in their earthly beds,
The snow laid a soft mantle over their heads.

— 'Come Little Leaves' by George Cooper, a children's song of the 1880s.
'remembering my grandmother'
“Come little leaves” said the wind one day, “Come o’er the meadows with me and play”. “Put on your dresses of red and gold; Summer is gone and the days grow cold.”
A children’s song of the 1880s by George Cooper.

'remembering my grandmother'

“Come little leaves” said the wind one day, “Come o’er the meadows with me and play”. “Put on your dresses of red and gold; Summer is gone and the days grow cold.”

A children’s song of the 1880s by George Cooper.