Circles

Photo by Kim Dowson

Weathered limbs exposed.

As coloured leaves lay to rest a life that once was.

The ground, now saturated with red and gold.

Lies still under the weight.

Weakening, they falter.

The last of a few to hold on before they give up completely.

Once magnificent.

Graceful in her summer dance, untouched by change.

Now nearly naked.

Stripped of all her glory and ready for sleep.

Suspended in time.

Her frail limbs waver in the darkness of declining days.

Steadfast and ready.

Her resiliency tested by the arrival of autumn winds.

The last few fall.

Encompassing each other, only to kiss the ground before leaving.

The mother.

Faults uncovered and on display, stands confident.

With limbs bare and her lavish shade gone.

Her refinement stilled uncertain.

Falls to sleep in knowing this is only but a moment.

Before life begins again.

More beautiful than it was before.

Leave a comment