“Autumn Splendiferous over the Village” New England — Autumn Glory
Fall is taking sooooo long to appear this year.
Where are all the trees that look like paint brushes dipped in overflowing paint standing upside down in the ground, their drips and drabs of color spilling all around…?
I’m opening my curtains each day, expectant for the colors of our days to turn deep and glowing, like a palette of Artist oils. Cerulean blue, yellow ochre, burnt umber, cadmium and crimson reds…
That otherworldly glory I can’t drink in enough.
The riotous plumes outlining country roads that wind alongside the river…
The 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 warm climate girl is really here, walking in a real live Autumn portrait…
A joyful memory unfurls like a movie trailer in my mind, so I view once again that scene imprinted on me from a few years past… A fun, almost quirky truck with a bed of small children snail-driving by me through the Norman Rockwell style neighborhoods, 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, spot the red-jacketed man raking at the street corner turn to wave as well.
Sooo… Have the leaves misplaced their coats of many colors this season? Will they yet transform like a long awaited answer to prayer?
Only believe… are the words I hear in the tittering of birds in far off treetops, the breathy breeze rustling that message through the same…
When you can’t yet see, when everything seems to scream impossibility, when the hope-stealer is dancing his conning jig… hang on. Such are actually the harbingers to seeing His Promised Glory about to break through…
And once again you know…
Like the mountains surround Jerusalem, the Lord surrounds His people. With passionate color-scapes. With heart-song. And…mmm…such glorious sparks.
© Pam Depoyan
Overhearing what was being said, Jesus said to the synagogue official,
“Do not be afraid; only keep on believing [in Me and my power].”
Mark 5:36 (Amplified)
“Autumn Splendiferous over the Village,” now on display and available at my newest gallery in my “Picture It in Pen and Ink” blog — Autumn Glory
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