Autumn

All the signs of Autumn are visible - the kids back in school, foggy mornings, shorter days and even the air smells different - a blend  of dried leaves mixed with pine cones. Autumn, not only proclaims the end of summer, but is like a pause before the seemingly long winter begins. Life recites a poetry through  the decaying leaves, and soon to be bare trees. Everyday, the leaves seem willingly ready to change colors and  be disowned by the tree that it nourished.  The blowing leaves, cheerfully and willingly nourishing the soil, still serves  the tree in its own way.

Early morning walks in the Fall, are always mysterious, with the mist and crunching leaves covering the ground Everything seems to be water painted - soft, blended and ethereal. Although the season is short, the changes are dramatic, days receding , crispier air, greens giving in to the last burst of color, and finally when they are shed trustingly dancing to the tunes of wind, being carried away to places unknown, to be mulched and transformed into something totally different.


 I am always surprised by the views that are revealed by the bare trees, all obscured by the thick foliage in summer. Hidden treasures of unseen views are revealed. Streams that you only could hear earlier can now be seen, just as the houses and their secrets hidden by the veil of leaves. Fall is more precious when you realize that the splash of vibrant  and dramatic colors won't be lasting for long. This short season is the prologue to the  long and gray winter ahead . It is a celebration, of the end of summer and the desperate nature holding on to the last blast of colors.