Leaves of Autumn

Of late the season of autumn has gripped my fancy like a haunting ghost.  I know I have entered the autumn of my life.  The leaves have begun to fall and the shadows have begun to lengthen.  Every leaf has a story to tell.  The darkness of the shadow is directly proportionate to the intensity of the light behind you.  Let the shadow darken and let the leaves tell their tales.

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That’s why I decided to participate in an A2Z challenge offered by a blogging community.  My A2Z may begin with Abracadabra and end on a magical Zenith.  I’m inviting magic to enter my blogspace.  I want the magic to create new leaves in place of the fallen ones. 

I want to preserve the breeze that brings the leaves down.  The footprints cast by the rambling shadow should remain in spite of the breeze that spreads dust over them.  Before the horizon begins to be suffused with dusk’s darkness, I want to weave a magical carpet that will carry me away to a gentle world far, far away, my dream world.

There will be leaves in that world too.  Autumn has a strange beauty with its fallen leaves.  Autumn is “the blight man was born for,” as Gerard Manley Hopkins told his poetic persona, Margaret, in Spring and Fall.  The little girl, Margaret, is grieving over the falling leaves in Goldengrove.  “It is Margaret you mourn for,” says the poet.  That is the human condition.  But I am going to do the opposite.  I am going to celebrate the falling leaves by creating my own leaves, my A2Z posts.

I am taking the Challenge of April with Blogchatter, are you?