“Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.” ― Albert Camus
Autumn is such a wonderful season, such a beautiful time of the year. It’s baskets are filled with the rich and deep hues that declare the mellow musings of nature’s soul. Autumn is a time of reflection, like that special time in the evening when the air is stilled, the birds are hushed, and the colorful leaves are doubled in the mirror of a quiet pond.
There is an autumn in every year, and autumn in every lifetime, an autumn in every day. If you bemoan the autumn, either out of dismay at the passing summer or dread of the coming winter, you will miss the fact that every autumn is in fact “a second spring” where “every leaf is a flower.”
3 thoughts on “Autumn”
I appreciate your rich words. I take note of Autumn as the ending of a year and the beginning of a new one. The lush spectrum of color gives symbol of the promise of a new year. Good to appreciate this time it’s beauty and it’s colorful possibilities.
As you have so eloquently said Gregg of the beauty and precious nature of each moment, each season, before us – I offer these words.
The sun rises in all its glory
To beacon forth the day!
What wonders shall be displayed?
The year commences and this time has come
For the Fall to show her blaze
And in her own manner she displays her splendor –
The colors of the Sun
All around you will see, both large and small, how the Trees do bend and sway
In thanks and in glory – for this exact day.
And as with always, each do pass – the shadows across the sky
A chorus is heard in rustles and swirls
All floating about the sky!
I lift my eyes and I see the trees
A tribute – a final fling …
They tip their leaves and say adieu – falling softly to the ground
That is beautiful!