Those colors of autumn.
While I was watching the winds undress the leaves from the trees, I confess a sadness watching the colors being taken and pulled away from such stoic wooden skeletons. The easily discarded vibrant shades of rusts, purples, yellows, reds, golds, oranges, greens, and burgandy that are now making the most beautiful forestland carpet.
I watched as the breeze gently and sometimes roughly swayed each branch up and down, and back and forth forcing its strength upon the branches. I soon realized I was privy to a very private sensual dance in nature. Private, right out in the open? Yes. Because how often do we actually stop and take the time to watch autumn undress?
It was quite sexy seeing the trees nakedness slowly revealed. I didn’t see it as a woman undressing for her lover. I saw it more as the dramatic exaggerated dance of a sexy burlesque performer slowly revealing herself, knowing your eyes were glued to each movement but you could never touch her. She, that magnificent tree was in total control of the show.
Appreciate the swirling leaves, the release of color, and especially the letting go, knowing that it’s the beginnings of a long hibernation leading to renewal.