A Toast for Autumn

It was cool on the verandah this morning. I had on my Commissionaire’s Three-Season jacket, so I was cool, in my own way. The autumn sun was shining through the haze down the harbour, and reflected in a harbour of burnished silver. The wind was northwest, and had a lot to say to the jackpines, who acted just a little giddy. Ranger sat on the eastern step of the verandah, overlooking the cove, and the place where the Torii will be: his devotion to the concept is inspiring. It was a perfect autumn day, wild, different, ever-changing. I saluted the season, and my Canada, with half a glass of Merlot.

May the autumn of my years
be like the autumn on my Shore:
headstrong and proud,
      tempestuous,
but sometimes
      possessed
of a strange
      triumphant
           beauty

.....and a period of
      perfect calm......

and then do it all over,
      yet differently,
      each and every
           Time.

Aum.