by Steve Tanham
Sometimes, the moment just is … in all its beauty.
The leaves, their work done, let go the link to their sustenance and fall through space to an unknown place, where their form blazes briefly amidst their kin, before losing its cohesion in the harshness of winter, returning everything they have been, but not this memory, to the good earth.
©Stephen Tanham 2023
Stephen Tanham is a writer, mystical teacher and Director of the Silent Eye, a correspondence-based journey through the forest of personality to the dawn of Being.
http://www.thesilenteye.co.uk and http://www.suningemini.blog
Sun in Gemini 
I love the colours of Nature’s carpet Steve.
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Aren’t they glorious at this time of year, Di!
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I love Autumn.
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And you can tell from my photos that I do, too 😃
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I had an inkling!
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and don’t they look glorious 🍁🍂😊🍂
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Nothing quite like the depth of that set of colours, Willow – against the wet mud of the landscape ❤️
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Yes it’s our treat just before the bleakness of winter ❄️❄️
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What a beautiful sentiment, Willow ❤️
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It’s just how I think of autumn 🍁🍁🍁
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