Autumn is filled with the realization of change.
As the beauty envelopes us with amber colors, the bitter bite of wind reminds us summer is over, yet the sun continues to fight to warm us.
Autumn is the love and warmth of a mother. It is a symphony of breezes and crackling of leaves being stepped on by playful children enjoying the last of their mother’s love before she sends them inside with rain and snow.
The leaves dance and flutter with each other as they fall from their homes. Rolling green hills now become a dark yellow and brown, changing from one beauty to another. The coercing sun invites one from indoors and into the streets to walk along side the trees that sway and create a pattern of broken shadows dancing all around him. Families laugh as this new yet old cold brings them together over the warmth of happiness.
Behind the beauty, there is a hint of growth and maturity. Change of environment is not the only change happening, as internally one grows in this season of renewal. It is the season of pondering and decisions. As life evolves around us, we must evolve in turn. The death of beauty and life makes one think of what changes are happening from within.
Above all else, autumn lights the fire of love, if for no other reason but to keep them warm as they embrace each other in the flickering flame. It is a time where the heat of the body is joined with another, layered in wool blankets and happiness from the simplicity that is fall.
Fathers and sons listen to the roar of a football game as the father teaches his son how to throw a football, how to hold it, how tackle his father, no matter how giant he appears to the eyes of the young boy. And when the last imaginary touchdown is scored, they pick up a bat and baseball and envision home runs like that of their favorite player, because the likeness of players and teams is passed down from generation to generation. The simplicity of what Fall entails is what invites growth, love, and happiness before the darkness and coldness of winter.
Autumn is the change of the world. Autumn is the last warmth of two lovers. It is the connection between father and son. Autumn is the change in one. Autumn is the world in a state that is a personification of one's own metamorphosis.
