Witnessing The Rhythms of Nature IV

by Carolyn Saino

I’ve always loved autumn, but sometimes it gives me the blues. The shorter days and the bleakness and cold that herald the end of expressions of growth and vitality can be hard for me to weather, but I know the season of rest that follows is as necessary as any other. A leaf like this one may stay on a tree for a long time before it no longer serves it, but as soon as it has outlived its purpose, the tree lets it go. There’s no bemoaning the passage of time, no moldering in basements or dust collecting in attics and certainly no rental of storage units to hoard anything for later. The tree simply lets the leaf go on to its next incarnation, perhaps as soil or nesting material for animals or (as in this case) inspiration for an artist.