Autumn Walk


I step into the open yard and feel the autumn air on my face.  My dog pulls anxiously on her leash, urging me on.  A chill has settled in that was not there yesterday.  I welcome it and pull my collar closer as we set off on our morning walk.

I note the colors that the trees are painted and marvel at the kaleidoscope that nature provides, pausing briefly to listen to the music of the leaves as they steel themselves against the gusting wind.  I walk quickly, my gait strong and steady.  There is something about fall that lifts my spirit.  To me, it does not mark a season ended, but instead, a prelude to another yet to come.  There is too much beauty here not to celebrate falls arrival instead of dreading summers demise.

My footsteps crunch as I walk among the crisp, dry leaves skipping across the ground with complete abandon…

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About oldmainer

I am retired and live in southern Maine with my wife and two dogs. I started Oldmainer as an outlet for my occasional opinions and random observations, with some poetry thrown in. I welcome anyone that wants to kick back and join me here on the porch, exploring all the gifts we have been given and the memories collected. Thanks for stopping by.
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2 Responses to Autumn Walk

  1. Nigel Good says:

    Heartwarming and beautifully observed – you lift my spirits oldmainer


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