seasonal symphony

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