The beautiful tree outside my window doesn't know today is the first day of fall. It was 90 degrees today for goodness sake. And as I mentioned here, the leaves don't really turn until November in California.
I'm feeling like the tree today. I'm ignoring the fact that it's fall. I'm still reveling in the sunshine (you know how bad I miss it when it's gone.)
And yet, today I can feel my own leaves turning. The green ones that have hung on so long. It's time for them to turn and fall. And I'll stand here bare for a while.
But then... new leaves will grow. They always do. It will be a new season and there will be new leaves. There always are.
6 years ago
3 comments:
I love the fall, when it gets nice and cool and the leaves turn pretty colors. I'm a happy boy.
Wow, nice symbolism. I hope you feel the warmth of spring in your life far before you feel it in the weather.
I'm still in denial of fall, too, but I might just embrace it more after the beautiful metaphor you just created.
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