Songs of Autumn

 

The time has come to let go of what was. The trees have told us so with the dropping of their leaves. No more are we to hear the chorus of Robin, Thrush and Vireo in the quiet of predawn; instead we awake to the scream of Blue Jay, the nasal squeak of Nuthatch and Cardinal’s cheerful chipping. Cricket and Frog have gone to ground, replaced by the rattle of leaves dancing their way across the streets and dry brush. But there are still sweet songs to be had and, to me, one of the most beautiful is the hollow honking of Canada Goose and family.

 

Their song can be heard at any time – in the dark of night, early evening or just at dawn, on a sunny day or in the midst of rain – as they sweep through the skies the constant rambling conversations between the extended family are easily identified even if the telltale ‘V’ is hidden in the clouds. (Their chatter always reminds me of family at a holiday dinner.) Not all travelers have to announce their mission.  Snow Goose and some others are not quite so talkative and more businesslike in their migration. And Swan hardly utters a word; if one’s eyes are not skyward at the right time, they will slip by in silence, unseen and undiscovered like an apparition in the mist. But Canada Goose always tells of his intentions, loud and clear.

 

I know winter is not far behind their journey. Their music tells me it is time to put away the patio furniture, time to thank my potted plants for the beauty they brought to my yard before I release them into the compost and back to Mother Earth from which they came. Fall does bring gifts of her own, nuts and apples and wood smoke and clear starry nights. With the release from the humid nights of summer one can once again enjoy bonfires, hot chocolate, flannel shirts and pumpkins. Misty mornings kissed by a chill. An occasional errand snow flake. An interlude of cleansing, of quiet.

 

The change of season is a thing I am grateful to witness. I love to see Mother Earth in all her many moods and colors. So when that beautiful song drifts down from the sky, I thank Canada Goose and family for the music and wish them safe travels in their long journey - while I step into my own journey of a new season.