The morning light streams through lace curtains, waking me from my slumber,
Creating beautiful patterns of light on the floor.
Sunlight dances through trees beyond the kitchen window as I wait for my morning brew.
Wind chimes give voice to the soft morning breeze.
Shadows dance and sway as I cup the steaming mug
and tiptoe barefoot to breathe in the early morning dampness.
Mount Rainier rises from the mist as I reflect upon my many lovely summers.
This time of year reminds me of my journey and how I have passed from spring to summer,
into the fall of my life.
Like mist, time has slowly drifted away, revealing a soul molded and tempered by many seasons.
Strengthened by storms,
illuminated by countless suns of hard earned wisdom,
nurtured by the gentle rains of love,
patiently waiting out the long nights of sorrow.
And like the mighty oak, standing strong.
Still reaching for the stars.
This golden season reminds me of the many blessings that have brought me this far.
The many peaks and valleys that have formed the landscape of my life.
The seeds of love nurtured into this beautiful season of harvest.
Wishing you beautiful reflections at this golden time of year.