Having entered the autumn season of my life, I often sit in thoughtful solitude as golden memories drift through my mind like colorful falling leaves driven by a brisk wind. I ponder each and every one, drawn into the glorious fragrance of sweet remembrances. There is comfort in the simple things, a calm in the knowledge that everything will change. Having lived long enough to more fully understand the circle of life, the seasons now bring a certain kind of hope. ~ Deborah L. Norris
If I close my eyes I can still smell the wonderful aroma of my mother’s freshly baked banana bread, wafting through every room of the house, and intermingling with the nostalgic smell of the wood burning fireplace. The scent of fried cinnamon apples and spiced cider was the signal that cooler weather had arrived. Even handmade scarves and mittens had their own, distinct sweet smell that so richly complimented the fragrance of damp fallen leaves and the crisp air of the autumn morn.
She rises quietly and changes her clothes in the coolness of the early morn. She slips into a colorful, crimson robe and adorns her head with a golden crown. Standing proudly in her colorful glory, she knows it is her season. She waits in patient splendor for the one who will follow. So unlike her, he will soon arrive in blustery fashion to leave her standing bare with crimson robe and golden crown at her feet. ~ Deborah L. Norris