Perhaps it’s because I was born in November, a time Black Elk spoke of as “The Moon of Falling Leaves,” that image-rich autumn is my favorite season.
Rainfall in abundance.
Fragrance of scented wood.
Rose-orange persimmon.
Diamond-drop pyracantha.
Ivy, evergreen and true.
Fireplace evenings.
Cornbread with homemade soup.
Cozy-nook reading.
Hot chocolate.
Craft projects.
Down jackets, wool caps, knitted gloves.
Brisk walks along wind-swept shores.
Calm interlude before holiday flurry.
Tempered reflection of yesterdays.
Hope in the new year.
Black Elk (1863-1950) was the respected Wičháša Wakȟáŋ (Medicine Man) of the Oglala Lakota (Sioux) of North America.
