The Autumnal wink

Here a leaf, there a leaf, the weaker of the leaves give in to the first chill of fall, and boast of their first rights to claim a spot on the ground. They fall in silent agreement that they will meet another kind of use.

They will claim their very own space over a twig, an acorn, or some may dare to fall into a stream, and end up, God knows where. Ah, how I am jealous of a leaf who lives with such faith, not knowing what tomorrow may bring.

But the leaves elder brethren cling steadfast to the branches above, for they know the first cold snap is but a tease, and the young ones fell prey to the bait, while they remain, resolute of mind. The colours! They want to see their very change.

They began as a young bud, weathering the early attacks of storm and frost, standing tall against the winds that would destroy them, but stand they must. The pressure of temperature change and the audacity of thunder dared them to stay, and they not only resisted, but grew into beautiful leaves.

They provide shelter to so many friends, for the insects that live having never seen a human, are welcome to enjoy their company. The birds of the air also take cover and smile at such understated beauty. Their chirp is an occasional clap for the music made by the rustle of the leaves. Leaves and birds are very good friends.

As the air increases its plummet, the older leaves give a hint that it is time for them to go, and with little resistance they make their fall. The elder statesmen of the mighty oaks must have their time alone; there is a grand competition as to who is crowned king as the last leaf to succumb.

It is now storm season, and the intensity seems to be unending. The leaves fall not one at a time, but in bundles, they are fearful, and race to the earth, but the grandparents remain. They know at least two more times, they will have a chance to change colour, and communicate with each other, as the few remaining leaves yet to fall.

They live for this time alone: The communication between themselves as to what they have seen and heard this past season. They are the grand wizards and the owls of leafdom. By virtue of their strength, endurance, and vision, they have claimed the title as the last hero to fall to earth, so they agree there will be no longer competition, but first they give a quick wink, and they fall together, singing and quietly partaking of the final dance of life before they bed down.

The squirrels applaud them for the cover, the deer bow the head for the crisp sounds it affords them against oncoming prey, and the turkeys make their trails lest they be found out. In the magnificent seasons of life, the lowly leaf has gained the utmost respect from all of nature, only to be changed yet again, into another existence, even compost.

So too are we like the leaves; young sprouts, tender shoots, teens, adults,  then finally we fall to another life. The glory of life is fleeting, and like that leaf we all fade. Our memories and impressions remain, hopefully with others, knowing full well we will see them again, similar to the seed which morphs into a flower, another kind of life.

God promises His people new life, but there must be a planting into the ground first; this is His way. We may look forward to autumn, but we can not live to see the wonderful change that HE promises.

Time is short, make a new friend, lend a hand, latch onto the autumn of life, prepare to bed in the earth, and be a closer friend of leaves and  God.

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14 Responses to The Autumnal wink

  1. Beautiful! I love Autumn and leaves everything about Autumn! I like the way you think!

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    • Tkx for reading MM, better yet, thanks for commenting that you appreciated it.

      The smell of fall is in the air at least in the east, and we are about to see wonderful changes that speak of the Creator and His splendor.

      I t always puzzles me how any thoughtful person denies the hand of God in the seasons alone.

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      • I smell fall as well! I noticed it today especially when it cooled off. Amazing!
        You never know about others really but focusing on the light and goodness of God I believe is the best thing to do. I hope that I can always be found doing so! I haven’t had much time to get around to reading like I would like to! I have bookmarked your blog so I will be sure to read more often! Keep up the good truth! 😀

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  2. Lovely reflections on change and cycles. I quite like:

    “They live for this time alone: The communication between themselves as to what they have seen and heard this past season.”

    There is much they have seen and tell.

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    • Colorstorm says:

      Thank you for your attention, during your down time, as reading may not be easy.

      and hoping you the best of heaven here below HW!
      (the sounds of silence are good music too)
      Fare thee well!!
      j

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  3. ColorStorm says:

    Reblogged this on ColorStorm and commented:

    Another year has passed, and the smell of fall is once more palpable.

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  4. Elihu says:

    I love the changing seasons; when I lived in San Diego, the changes were annoyingly subtle. I love it now, where I live, because you can really feel change in the air and the refreshing coolness of fall, the crispy air of winter, the tantalizing freshness of spring and the warm nights of summer. Each season is a blessing and as you so beautifully point out, we go through those seasons in our lives, each bringing joy and frustration in its own unique way; each given to us by God as part of our growth.

    God be with you!

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  5. Tricia says:

    Beautiful words CS and a good reflection on change and renewal which is God’s calling card I’d say for sure. I love the fall.

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    • ColorStorm says:

      Yep, that calling card (nice tricia) is also a heads up that the smell of snow is right around the corner.

      But agreed, the owner of the seasons gives so many opportunities to see His faithful hand, time after time after time.

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  6. Wally Fry says:

    I love Fall. Especially down here, where summer is so brutal. Just about the time a person can’t take it any more, one day you wake up, hit the front porch, and it’s cool! The biggest sign that fall is here officially is when the tap water stops running out so hot you can even drink it.

    Great words by the way brother.

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