The Journey

As the seasons change,

senses ignite and

emotions sway,

just as leaves rustle

to the tune of the breeze,

as it ever so gently

brings the change of air,

with a chill,

that reminds of the need for warmth,

the warmth,

of the touch,

of the hand,

of the one,

who shares The Journey.

copyright Robyn Graham

The Journey

Mums Bloom

“The mind can go in a thousand directions, but on this beautiful path, I walk in peace. With each step, the wind blows. With each step, a flower blooms.” – Thich Nhat Hanh

Our Mums finally opened this week. It was a very busy week and I’m thinking that with each step I took, a Mum bloom opened. So many of them now to adorn our yard with peaceful beauty and cheer.

A sea of Fall-orange, warmth and joy.

The mind rests in a circle of peace.

 

 

 

Fall

Faith

Adoration

Love

Laughter

Burning Bush in Fall

A Splash of Color

A splash here,

A dash there,

Colors everywhere.

Bright and bold,

Brilliant if the truth be told.

Near and far,

Some Muted,

Some faded,

Some fallen to the ground,

Colors abound,

All around.

copyright Robyn Graham

A Splash Of Color

A Dash of Color

Bold

Old

 

 

Colors Abound

 

 

 

The Petals Fall

“The tender words we spoke to one another

Are stored in the secret heart of heaven

and one day, like rain,

they will fall and spread

And our mystery will grow green

all over the earth.”

Rumi

The poem above reminds me of fall, the season that is presently upon us.  I have been shooting a lot over the past several days.  Capturing the change of seasons and the fresh surroundings that accompany it.  Notice the fall colors in the image below.  I photographed my roses a lot over the past week fearing that their season was coming to an end.  This particular image, to me, resonates Fall.  The early morning sun low in the sky gives off the warm, golden tones of the changing season.  The colors of the leaves, although only slightly deeper than during the warmer months, are similar to the colors found on certain trees in the Fall.  And the rain drops dance with the breeze to enhance the falling of the petals. The spider web.  I don’t take a step outside, this time of year, without seeing one.  The spiders are flourishing in the cooler weather.

Do you feel the correlation to, and see the symbolism of, the poem in the image?

“…Like rain, they will fall and spread…” – Rumi