Tuesday, November 5, 2013

falling into winter

This morning I woke up to see the apricot tree in our backyard nearly barren, the ground covered by our first snow of the season. Emptiness reveals everything around us; emptiness to fullness. Our yard is no longer private, winter has become an unwelcome visitor.

This year, we experienced a exuberant, glowing fall. The leaves bursted with colors, the sky a crisp blue, breathing nostalgic air of cider and pumpkin seeds. It was the last glow before the fall. It was like Winnie, shining before she passed. As the world explodes with color, it also prepares for death.

Seasons are much like life and death. We all look forward to the rebirth of Spring after the death of winter. Seasons also mark the passing of time; the time since I found out I was pregnant with Winona, her first kick in the Spring, her birth in the summer. And now, every season marks months that have passed without her. Five days after her birth, brought an early winter.

But like seasons, after the death of winter, there is birth. I look forward to whatever the next season will bring and what the passing of time will reveal. And the glow of next years fall.




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