There is no prettier time of year when the joyful exuberance of summertime gives way to the aging blaze of colour in autumn; before the grey and cold winter signifies another year is done. I’ve gone for a number of long walks just to soak in the beauty of fall. Few things uplift the soul like colour on the trees and sunshine on the face.

Seasons change. Life changes. The old must die so that the new may once again flourish in spring. We all have those things in our lives that we want to put to death, and things we want to change, so that the beauty of the new life may fill us again with the wonder we once knew. Autumn shows us how beautiful it can be to let some things go.

The richness of the Artist’s pallet is a wonder to behold this time of year. The beauty of His brush strokes seems unending and infinite in its creative majesty. We never fully comprehend the depth of the beauty around us and the colours of fall help to amplify nature’s glory and draw our attention back to the Creator. Autumn should be a contemplative time for us; both, of the things above, and the things below. May we never grow tired of nature, nor of the One who bestowed such a gift upon us.

“Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.” –Emily Bronte