Autumn in the Mountains

Autumn in the Mountains speaks of the pageantry of the seasons in conjunction with the splendors of the Spirit. Is it any wonder why our hearts are each swept away by this most spine tingling of seasons? The temperatures cool and the air becomes clear. The winds are crisp and the coolness is bracing in the most benign and delightful way. The stars are alight and the leaves fill the air everywhere with their downward drifting patterns that somehow seem to retain a type of silent music that is all their own. In any case, these poems represent the ripe fruit of years of reflection and writing, at once wrought and woven together.