Autumn Meditation

By Janice Canerdy

Each season comes with unique challenges and blessings that affect me countless ways. I’ve found that autumn woos my pensive side the most. I seek an isolated place where only nature makes a welcome sound— the rustle of the boldly colored leaves as they descend, embellishing the path; the breeze that makes my flannel shirt feel good, the woodland creatures, unaware of me but livening the setting that inspires the inkling of a poem yet to be.