Kinds of Honey

This is the time when the most vibrant oranges and reds and yellows begin to deepen and fade; when the blaze has already peaked and now we must slide toward winter.

But there are yet colors to earn attention here. The rust-orange of leaves. Grasses and forbs within a few shades of my golden retriever’s coat. The slate and gray and cool blues of sky. That sky against the shape of trees and the slopes of wheat-colored hills.

No, I don’t mind this part of the season. It makes you take more time to notice. The subtle things often seem the deeper things, to me. As temperatures become more reliably chilly an extra sweater and a jacket are more appreciated.

There is a stillness here before the holiday rush surrounding autumn’s end and winter’s beginning.

Tassie and I, we will walk through it.