Wednesday, October 23, 2013

I cannot claim to love the fall




Autumn

I cannot, will not, despite its wiles, claim to love it. Fall leaves me feeling weak. Superficial. I ignore her message, disregard her true character, while admiring her beauty.

How can something that is dying be so stunning? How can we walk amongst the death, feel it thick and moldering beneath our feet, hear the crunch of its fragile bones, smell it on the air, feel it in the anemic sunlight on our skin, yet revel so unabashedly, so irreverently, in its temperate nature? Nothing this good, this delicious, comes without consequence.



But we, I, do revel. I let my guard down. I allow myself to be bowled over. I comment, mindlessly, on the beauty of fall every single day.

It's turned the bend now. The mountains have transformed from feisty fashionistas, to aging, skeletal homeless ladies. A balding old man. A near -empty coat rack, just a few tattered jackets left hanging.



But the sun, she tries. Her dutiful perseverence is almost pathetic.

She's tiring. You can see weariness in her pale eyes. You can feel it in her nonchalant touch. She's growing weaker. Hesitant to rise in the morning. All too eager to retreat to the safety of that place, out of sight, beyond the horizon, below the distant mountain tops, at day's end.
A lot like me.





12 comments:

Kathleen Trail said...

Holy cow, that's pure poetry. Your words and nature's last shenanigans. But mostly your words. Well done.

Jlynn said...

As another Vermonter I feel what you wrote. I too am not in awe of it all.
Thank you

Anonymous said...

What incredible prose ...

I don't like Fall or Winter. Cold, na. Short days, na. Snow, ick! I like Spring/Summer. I wear sandals all year round even if my feet are freezing. With my toe-nails painted, of course! No snow where I live, though, otherwise I guess I would have to bow down and put on some boots ;) and goodness, a scarf!

Anonymous said...

Your writing, your photos, your perspective..... awe inspiring.

Anonymous said...

Betsy, I hear where you are coming from, as I look sadly at the garden leaves which have gone yellow and some a bit slimy. But then I remind myself, they are not dead - they are only sleeping! That bare tree standing in a carpet of leaves has just taken off its coat. And the hostas are only lying down to rest - next spring they will be back, bigger than ever, and continue with their attempt at taking over the flowerbed. It makes autumn less sad to think of it this way...

Betsy said...

Funny thing is, I absolutely love winter. It's my favorite season. So really, I have nothing to be sad about. Except, of course, the passing of summer. (: I live for snow. It's the in-between stuff I have a problem with.

Seamingly Sarah said...

I do so love Fall. It feels like it engages all of my senses. I can smell the cold or warm air. I can smell impending snow. The trees are like a painting just for me. The sound of crunchy, dry, warm leaves and even the wet, cold leaves after a rain. I love how you describe your own dislike of it, but I do so love it myself. =)

Alison said...

I LOVE fall and winter is my next favorit season. We are in western NY and i think there is nothing like Sweaters and jeans and boots and hot fires inside and cold days outside. The boys love hunting and i love walking in leaves and winter sports. This is the best time of the year!

Lara said...

That second to last photo is just gorgeous!

Mary said...

I don't like winter, but your photo and words are so beautiful

Hilary B said...

Betsy,

Hoping you come back to writing here and love your Baby Center blogs as well. I may not comment very frequently but a loyal reader since 2006.

Anonymous said...

Betsy, when are you going to write again?!! Like Hilary B. said, I've been following you forever. Hope all is OK with you and yours! Hope your Dad is "ok" (my mom had senility so, well, I know ...) Please write again on your blog ;)-