In the beginning of autumn

In the beginning of autumn we feel but don’t 
perceive low angles of light early and late,
our gullible gaze rewarded proudly instead 
by golden orange casts and enticing promise 
woven without knowing throughout the wood.
Our mental machinery forgets the dozens of flowing
airborne silks carrying spiders each glowing 
and sailing on the breeze while we look instead to
distant rows of backlit oval medallions of
vibrant acid greens and glowing embers.
Vestigial half memories enter us as coolness 
finds our skin raising hairs eagerly to greet the
drier and whimsical dancing air inspiring
scores of crowded trees and encouraging song to confront 
newly cracked and tightly closing lips. 
In the beginning of autumn we find our cogs slowing
and a quiet pilgrimage to root in places we once imagined,
where moss patches and lichen, no longer strangers, 
bloom on stone singing green into the rhythms
of rusted needles humming the beats of earthbound mast.

In This Together, 9/8/25

Kenny Thatcher

Tennessee photographer focused on landscapes and nature.

http://www.kennythatcher.com
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