The splendid color of fall leaves is still fiercely hanging onto the trees.
As I sit here typing, the wind is whipping around the walls, whistling long and low. Telling me that winter is just around the corner, waiting to take center stage.
The strong winds prod and push at the leaves, telling them it is time to go ahead and fall to the ground. To transform into something dry and brown and rustling as they skitter across the ground.
I watch the leaves drooping down, slowly changing from green to yellow to orange. They are a bright mural against the sky.
I shall be moving soon. There will be different trees, maybe more of them to see outside my window.
I am eager to witness fall there in a different place. To see nature framed in a slightly different way.
“There is something so special in the early leaves drifting from the trees. As if we are all to be allowed a chance to peel, to refresh, to start again.” – Ruth Ahmed
These pine trees remind me of East Texas, where they are so abundant. Tall pine trees that I saw reach up into the sky while the pine needles slowly carpeted the ground.
The wind sings a song now. I hear it but can’t make out the words. It is blowing long and hard as though attempting to blow out candles on a giant cake.
“Fall has always been my favorite season. The time when everything bursts with its last beauty, as if nature had been saving up all year for the grand finale.”- Lauren Destefano
The days of fall are always a feast for my eyes, as I love to watch the progression of the passing seasons. Day by day. Month by month. Until the cycle is complete.
And this year’s shorter autumn days will just be a memory.
Nothing Gold Can Stay
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down today.
Nothing gold can stay.
– Robert Frost