I can’t wait until I can run again–next week, I think. Until then I’m walking a lot more and biking occasionally. Today, I did both. Biked 4.75 miles to Minnehaha Falls and then hiked to the river. What a beautiful fall day. Walking on the dirt trail, through a grove of trees just starting to turn yellow, I briefly wondered if I should take a picture. But I didn’t. I’d like to spend some time, sitting on a bench, and find words to describe it. But what words? I need better ones, better than “beautiful.”
Here’s a poem I discovered the other day.
O Autumn! Autumn!/Effie Lee Newsome
O Autumn! Autumn! O pensive light
and beautiful sound!
Gold-haunted sky, green-haunted ground!
When, wan, the dead leaves flutter by
deserted realms of butterfly!
When robins band themselves together
To seek the sound of sun-soaked weather!
And all of summer’s largesse goes
For lands of olive and the rose!
I like Newsome’s trick twisting flutter by into butterfly. And the phrase “to seek the sound.” And I like her enthusiasm. I’m usually too restrained, so I appreciate someone willing to gush and overuse exclamation points.
Words other than Beautiful to describe my view:
- aesthetically pleasing