Saturday, September 26, 2009

seasonal symphony

autumn has begun - dogwood berries

Each season has its own color, the somber gray of winter, the pastel pink of spring, the rich green of summer...

But autumn is not defined by any one color, the ever changing landscape is like a symphony, starting out slow with the reddening of the dogwood berries, growing in intensity with the yellow poplars and orange maples and red oaks and finishing up in a grand finale of fireworks of falling leaves.

And so the cycle goes on, is it really autumn already? I guess so, there is the dogwood offering proof in the berries outside my window.

If winter is slumber and spring is birth, and summer is life, then autumn rounds out to be reflection. It's a time of year when the leaves are down and the harvest is in and the perennials are gone. Mother Earth just closed up the drapes on another year and it's time to reflect on what's come before. ~Mitchell Burgess


Motherkitty said...

Maybe with a change in seasons the rain will finally stop. We are sopping wet here in Kentucky as I know you probably are in Georgia right now.

I hate to see the passing of summer, however, because it will be several very long months until we can swim in our pool again. Love the heat and love the pool.

But, for every thing there is a season and now it is fall. So, we might as well get out and enjoy the lovely change of scenery before the next snow or ice storm. (Aren't I the pessimistic one?)

Hope your Sunday was a wonderful one.

Kerri said...

Beautiful reflections on the fall season, Susan. I have trouble wrapping my mind around the prospect of the coming long, cold winter, but fall is certainly a glorious time of year, with much to appreciate.
I love the quote.