The beauty in the FAll

I love this time of year and I have for most of my life. Every year I gain a deeper understanding as to where this love comes from and what it is that I love in it. The colors, The smell, The coolness of the air, fresh and crisp. These things all sing of a death. Of a near and present dying.

The trees are stripped of the very essence of life. It seems they should die, they should pass away. They do not show life on them any longer. They spend the fall months giving up the things they held so dearly and watch them spred far and wide, crashing to the ground where they become crumpled and seemingly uselless. The very things they put so much energy into now fall away and feed the ground. The trees will spend the winter months quietly singing to themselves of days gone by and the new beginnings yet to come. Of the storms they have seen and will again see. They are frozen to the very core of them yet their roots dig deep into the warmth of the soil below them.


I have always had an affinity with trees. I feel in my spirit a direct likeness to them. As the seasons effect the trees around me so they affect me. I become stripped of all of that which is self giving life and become bare, fully exposed to God. I am some how spread out further then ever I beleived was possible and it is so good. I look forward to the time when the cool snow will cover the gound around me and I will hibernate for yet another season. The fall season has been so often a time for me of death. Not of others but instead of myself.