I will, in honor of the coming season of witches, Spells, Covens candy and mercantile madness; allow myself a Pumpkin beer to be in tune with the coming season. I prefer hard Apple or Pear Cider, but can get down some Pumpkin Brew.
However, No coffee, creamers, Cream Cheese, Lattes, Teas, Smoothies, ice cream, Gelato, Granitas, sorbets, or any other Pumpkin concoctions. I did, at one time let Miner Frank buy me a Kale Smoothie. It was in a different state and it was on a dare, so I had to consume it. But enough!
These three critters live on our patio all year round and now have their month in the sun, So I thought I would share them.
Now the primary purpose of this post, is to honor Arts and artists here in Long Beach on September 24th.
Art is not about anything but itself, and in all forms it heals, inspires, vexes, consoles and offers insights other than one's own. Be well all, the Season of the Witch is on us.
Blessed Be.
Autumn appears,
gently at first.
Soft caresses,
Fey and timid, probing,
Searching, questing
Asking mute permission,
embracing the land,
Recalling deaths
Acknowledging births;
changes, in its absence.
A soft shimmer replaces summers glare.
Secret caverns, wooded places,
Hidden fens
Pockets of breezes birthed in the sea,
send tendrils, fogs, zephyrs.
Each more bold as the sun grows furtive,
Dims, wanes,
less demanding.
It comes in softness
never denied,
scented in ceremony,
celebrated by earth and sky
as always, It returns