I've loved Fall ever since I can remember. The leaves on the trees changing color from green to yellow, red and brown is just about the most beautiful thing I can think of. It makes my summer-suffering dormant imagination turn on. Maybe it's because I was born late in the year or something. I don't know.
The latest poem from Calender of the Soul seems to hit the nail on the head for me:
There dims in damp autumnal air
The senses' luring magic;
The light's revealing radiance
Is dulled by hazy veils of mist.
In distances around me I can see
The autumn's winter sleep;
The summer's life has yielded
Itself into my keeping.
So old habits die hard. I must make some foul and ugly little children. All they are going to do is run around in my head until I release them through cloth and clay. I still adore my Waldorf dolls, but there is something about my nasty little ones which satisfies me in only the special way that they are capable of.
Without further ado, here is what I,m working on.