Randy Suits

The Autumn Ball

Eve, my Kochana,
It has been unseasonably warm this fall and the leaves are beginning to turn into many striking hues and patterns. As I survey the trees along the river and on the hills rising above the walking path, the living mural of natural symmetry and beauty stands resplendent in the coordinated last rites of fall before all plant life lies dormant for a season before springing forth from the ground in the spring splendor of renewal and replenishment. The leaves of each tree are like a specially designed and tailored evening gown and the celebratory event is the Autumn Ball. Trees, in their natural selection, always wear a new style, pattern and fashion, the following year, designed by the type of summer, amount of rain, the timing of the first killing frost, etc. Each tree is distinct and unique. There is no danger of another tree, present at the Autumn Ball, being an exact pattern. Each tree presents itself in a final blaze of glory. As beautiful as this breath taking view is, nothing can compare with the matchless beauty and style of you Kochana. I don’t have to wait for autumn to behold your lovely face for, thanks be to God, I am with you every day. Every day you are the Belle of the Ball at our home. Will you save every dance for me? I love dancing in the kitchen with you, to the songs that I sing, while you fix a meal. We don’t go out as much as we did in days past, but we have our own daily ball in the togetherness of our home. Holding you in my arms, how could I ask more for myself. May I always be the all and everything you require and desire. The autumn ball of nature comes but once each year, but our love makes every day a ball and celebration of joy.

Walk with me through the autumn forest every year, Kochany