Autumn is my most beloved season and I have this sense of sadness when it starts to end. I get upset that the wind blows the leaves off and that the tree must end up bare. I don’t understand why it has to be so insensitive, why can’t it just leave the beauty there for up to keep.
But I was looking at the autumn trees today, as they make that transition into winter emptiness and they have a strange peace about them. I know nothing that accepts its transition with such acceptance and stoicism. I run around feeling sad and sorry, but they sort of accept their fate. In some ways their beauty comes from the fact that they are already dead, with a final beauty of their peaceful departure. It’s a hopeful falling that they have those leaves.
I think those leaves taught me something today.

This entry was posted on Thursday, May 21st, 2009 at 10:57 pm.