Tuesday, November 10, 2015

Shadows and Seeds and Thoughts on a Rainy Day

Sometimes I park on the street behind my office.  The ancient church that spans the block beside us clangs the hours as they pass, stained glass vibrating with the resonance of time.  There is a sidewalk there that I traverse; concrete and nature collide beneath oak and maple boughs.

Today was filled with rain.  Skies grey and damp sluiced the world with autumn's wet embrace.  Have you seen the shadows yet?  Ghosted leaves along the cement, the tannins of life leached out as decay breaks down the cellular walls that gave summer its emerald hue.  The essence of fall bleeds for a time, leaf stains that paint the world in shades of bronze and rust.

I wonder, as life is both light and simultaneously dark...am I the same?

The glow of youth glimmers in jade and sage that slowly burns into amber scarlet flames.  Months pass and summer wans and ochre shadows now lay along the stony walk.  Eventually they will be washed away by the heavens, sifting to soil and sand...the remnant becoming the seed of next year.