The earth has music for those who listen. – William Shakespeare

I love the hush of a first snowfall that turns drab leafless days to wonderland white.

I love the way spring starts with smudges of color, like watching the Hand of the Artist fill in the feathery green of weeping willows here, points of forsythia there…

I love the crisp white sails and dazzle of sunshine diamonds on summer beach days with nothing to do but dream.

But, ohI revel in a Midwest Autumn when trees look like paint brushes dipped in overflowing paint, then stood upside down in the ground, drips and drabs of color spilling all around…And the colors of our days are deep and glowing like a palette of Artist oils. Cerulean blue, yellow ochre, burnt umber, cadmium and crimson reds… Like today.

I can’t drink them in enough.

First, driving along the river and winding through country roads on parade with riotous plumes… The lush strings and South-of-France sound of the Paris Skies CD in my car as the perfect serenade to all this romance around me.

Then, crunching through neighborhood leaves under whispering maples and gold leaf canopies… Breathing in the way those leaves shimmer and pirouette down, down, down to others  skittering across the road… Catching the sound of the breeze singing like rippling accordion notes through chimes on someone’s porch…  Sharing a smile with a stranger power-walking by.  And thinking once again how this isn’t just a fall scene in a movie I only dreamed I was part of as a kid…but this once Southern California girl is really here, walking in a real live Autumn portrait…

A truck with a bed of small children snail-drives by me, looking like a makeshift hayride and reminding me of Dorothy’s munchkins as the kids fill the apple-crisp air with their piping, “Hi! Hi! Hi!”  A dozen little hands are frantically waving at me, as if the children simply must let me know they see me – making me laugh out loud and wave back just as energetically.  I can hear their cheering greeting as they round the next block, see the red-jacketed man raking at the street corner turn to wave.  And suddenly, I’m singing inside – words and music from Rodgers and Hammerstein’s Oh What A Beautiful Morning. (Who cares if it is really afternoon?)  Then, other words come… like an answering song to my heart…

Like the mountains surround Jerusalem, the Lord surrounds His people. With passionate color-scapes.  With heart-song.  And…mmm…such glorious sparks.

©  Pam Depoyan

*photo provided by http://free-nature-desktop-wallpaper.blogspot.com

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6 Responses to Splendor

  1. christine Duner says:

    your words, your expressions leave me with a warm tingling feeling! Such imagery, I see myself right where you paint a picture with your words! I am uplifted! thank you for that reminder to use our words for encouragement.

  2. Thanks for your beautiful words, too, Chrissy! This was something I wrote down in my prayer journal a few Autumns ago… Every year, this glorious season never fails to take my breath away! It’s much too short and I can never get enough of it… 🙂

  3. sharon bangle says:

    I’m so glad you are doing this. You have so much to share with all of us. Thank you for taking on the challenge of writing a blog. I know you’re going to love doing it & we’re all going to benefit. You truly did give us “apples of gold.” (Loved the scriptures you shared.)

    • Thanks, Sharon. I needed to hear that. 🙂 I’ve felt a little silly – like I was writing to myself. So it’s especially good to hear from you guys. Thanks for your encouraging words too! I’d love to hear about stuff in everyone’s lives that may relate to things I post on here too. Praying for inspiration that speaks to all our hearts — not like I’m some authority but more like we are all experiencing things worth sharing! 🙂 And for time… sometimes I have so many more ideas than I can get to! Like we all do…

  4. lolitavalle says:

    The painted words shimmers. I am glad I am here today, Pam.

    Back where you started blogging. Today is July 5, 2012 and yet it is just like yesterday when you painted the skies of the 4th with the bursts of the fireworks.

    So much to paint, so much to take eye photos with. Oh the imagery of them all.

    I love your words on an artist easel and canvas, Pam. GBU!

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