Somebody once said that Autumn is the world’s greatest litter bug. While it made me smile, Autumn is a bit of a sad time as well. All the leaves shed and you know the cold, dark days of winter are going to be on you very soon.
Very poetic. Reminds me of couple of poems:
Graceful Departure by Scott Scheer
I want an end like autumn leaves
That gracefully depart the tree.
A life beyond the edge of branch
My season reached, a freedom's chance.
To drift upon a breeze refined
Descending toward my life's design.
To welcome all these changes sown
From light received to splendor shown.
And when I've reached my place of rest
I hope my life, by then, shines best.
As I depart this withered shell
With peaceful colors chosen well.
Here’s another one from the same site:
There in the park sat an old lady alone
Perfectly still as if turned to stone
And watched the Autumn leaves fall
Soon to answer Winter's call
She dreamed of days long gone by
When the trees were green with a bright blue sky
Of Spring and other delights
Of Summer and those nice warm nights
She thought as seasons come and seasons go
All to soon years pass or so it seems so
Her life full of Spring and Summer season
Now in her Autumn she found a reason
Just as we live with our toil and strife
Autumn leaves fall like days of our life
And prepare us to answer Winter's call
When too our own Autumn leaves begin to fall
Today was one of the worst storms that hit the country this year. With 100 mph storm winds hitting the South of England. Created quite a lot of damage. See the fence of our neighbour.
But here we come to the crux of this essay. I looked up at the tree and then went back into the house, got my new camera and came out to snap a photograph of this tree. It spoke to me. One of the worst storms in the country which has blown down fences at ground level, still shows a tree with few leaves still bravely clinging on to the tree. Can you see the shining gold leaves? Pretty good, eh?
Click on the photograph to see a much bigger resolution.