The Fall

Have you ever just watched the world of grass in the fall? It is a wonderful and rather exquisite thing to behold. Warmth soaks into the damp earth, the green contrast teases the scarf of orange leaves that daintily cover the green. Green and Orange winged insects playfully dance from blade to blade. They, camouflaged seem unreal and hidden until like a ghost, glide to one spot from another. How beautiful it is to see

The leaves whisper from the canopy, preparing and sharing secrets of their age old traditions. The time would soon come where silence would fill the nakedness of winter and their whispers would cease. But for now they were content to shed themselves of the past year and transition into sleep, the deepest of sleeps. How comforting it must be to be wrapped in layers of life that only man can cut down. What a comfort indeed.

But for now the grass is alive and well. Living on the bed of life it lets life itself flourish. The squirrel nervously twitches as its instincts give it the clear to run across the green. It's poofy tail sways with life flirtatiously as it hops towards its goal. Brown and boisterous, its curiosity leads it. Yes, the green is alive indeed.

But it is fall and like all falls it must come to an end. The dark sets in and the chill of winter presses against your skin. The only hope that gives you strength to endure is the promise of spring. And so, I pull my scarf closer around my shoulders. I sway from one foot to the other. My reverie comes to an end when I remember that we met in the fall and we loved through the winter but in the spring comes the final and most beautiful ending. With a warm heart I realized that it was the fall I never expected. Gathering myself I smile, take in a deep and cool breath and head inside to the hustle and bustle of life.