Autumn arrived last night, lugging its trappings of hot chocolate, soft wooly sweaters, bright orange pumpkins, and bold hues of copper, amber, gold, and candlelight red.
Autumn is not timid like Spring but bursts forth with brisk winds, rustling leaves, crisp mornings, and harvest moons. Creek beds that tumbled and gurgled throughout the summer slow their ebullient chatter. Trees, once so luxurious and verdant, shake off their finery in preparation for slumber. Overhead, hawks dip and lean into the brisk wind, gliding as they search the earth below for some small morsel to eat.
Autumn gathers the finest remnants of summer to its bosom, releasing them in a brilliant medley of colors, scents, sounds, and flavors in a final hurrah before the last curtain. It concludes summer’s sonnet and ushers in a season of closure as we bid farewell to hot summer days, gather in the harvest, bale the last of the golden-green grass, and light fires in hearths that have sat cold and still through the glorious days of summer.
Yet Autumn, with all its assets and foibles, offers us the gift of hope. In the turning of colors, in the seeds that fall to the ground, in the leaves carried on the breeze, in the hibernation and the hiatus of nature, autumn reminds us to pause and reflect on the seasons of life; we cannot finish unless we start, we cannot reap unless we sow, we cannot lose what we haven’t worked for, we cannot mourn unless we’ve loved.
Autumn reminds us that even as we bid farewell, we turn our thoughts towards that marvelous dawn when the seeds which have fallen to the ground will resurrect to radiant new life. What we perceive as the end is often just a glorious beginning.
Author Renée Vajko Srch, Copyright 2021
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Renee,
That is soooo beautiful! You have such an amazing way of expressing each thought. It gives the reader such an inexpressible feeling of autumn wonder.