Fall Colors

FallLeaves

I watched fall leaves flutter to the ground in colors only nature can produce.  The cycle of life is short for a leaf.  They come in as a not-so-splendid bud and unwrap themselves into vivid green, shiny living hairpieces that cover much less splendid limbs, branches, bark and squirrel nests.  Natures Chia-pet.

Faceless,  yet they whisper in unison to us while the wind moves thru the collective family of leaves as they sway back and forth as if it where an orchestrated dance.  The roots hold them in place so as not to leave the dance floor before the final October bluster carries them away and the band stops playing.

Their life comes in small, bland, and dark,  and leave the tree it clings to as they fall to the ground full of of color, grandeur, and calm.  They floats gracefully to the ground on the final journey.  Helped along by the constant companion, the wind, to the final resting place (hopefully blows all the way to North Dakota so I don’t have to rake it) as it must make room for a new replacement.  And so it goes, and so it goes.   Winter has taken the only coat a tree could want.

Spring will help shed the snow’s resting place,  the buds will form and its time for another display of God’s artisanship.

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About miningtheword

I'm an artist, hack-writer, musician, bicyclist, runner, father, and husband, living the life in Montana. Always enjoying the Big Sky and hopefully making someone smile, think, laugh, ponder, curse and enjoy the days we've been given on earth. Why? Because nobody gets out alive.
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