Autumn is a melancholy season
Or so the poets say.
I don’t agree.
It’s not a sad and somber time.
Fall is a gush of vivid color – red, yellow, orange and gold
Along with the differing hues of the evergreens that make their home
In my mountains – the pine, spruce, hemlock and rhododendron.
No, autumn isn’t the season of dying and death.
It’s a time when the trees and earth sink into sleep, their long winter’s nap.
That sleep strengthens the world; the seasons change and the earth awakes.
Rebirth surges with the vibrant new life, the fresh tenderness, of spring.
Autumn isn’t melancholy; it’s part of the dance of life.
– Jenny Munro