What is it about Autumn that draws so many souls to see? The trees aflame with glorious colored leaves are like the blush of the evening sky as the sun draws down and the day comes to an end. Like the sun, the source of life has drawn down into the earth and nestled within the roots awaiting spring’s warmth. The leaves, deprived of the sap, will fall without clinging, upon the earth. They do so without fear knowing the tree, their essence remains. Like the brilliance of the evening sunset that inflames lovers, poets and artists, both leaf and sun know they will return and bid not adieu but simply ‘good night.’ To assure us of their return they inflame our hearts with awe, playfulness, excitement and wonder. Like the moon that stands constant throughout the night, the stark naked trees hold vigil. In their vigil, should we forget the passionate colors of Autumn, they offer their unshielded nakedness in a wild frenzied dance of life. A dance unseen without the stillness of life drawn back into the earth.
Sweet Hands of Life, when my winter season arrives, may all that be said or seen point to the dance of the trees and a leaf aflame with color dancing her way without fear to the earth.