The hazy September sun peered through the open
window, casting long shadows against the wall.
And although she had always loved the fall,
it often reminded her of death once the
trees stood tall and naked, limbs
outstretched, like arms longing to be
filled.
And it was what came next that unsettled
her most… winter… cold, lifeless and
seemingly without end. But she reminded
herself of season’s change, and how nothing
in life was truly permanent, except for change itself…
a feeling that both comforted and distressed her.
Still, she was wise enough to know there were
those things she was unable to control…
things like people, emotions not her own,
and seasons. So she smiled, just a little, knowing
all would pass, giving way to yet another spring.
1 comment:
Ah Dawn / Your slip is showing / Wonderfully done is this musing about the seasonal change as connected to life itself / Sometimes the change in life apes the seasonal change and we think we are left leafless, or naked to the world, with nothing whatsoever to show for for our efforts to grow our leaves and be content / Sometimes we are forced into leafless winter earlier than we expect, but that only means spring will be all the more beautiful and we can begin to grow again, this time with our eyes on a brand new future / Sorry / Got a bit long-winded here . . .
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