I love fall....It's as if the changing colors on the trees symbolize our own hope for rebirth. Each year the trees prepare to die and lose their leaves for the winter. It's amazing how dieing trees can emit so much beauty in the end of their life cycle.

Death is typically seen as the end of a long journey leaving us weak.

I am intrigued by the changing leaves of fall because even as the trees begin to fade in preparation for winter, their brilliance is more obvious than ever.

How is it that before a tree dies and sheds its leaves, it can emit such beauty and energy befitting spring's freshest blossoms?

To my broken bottle of pickled cider:

Thank you for the inspiration...

I've got a life to run & hide from--
another one waiting to begin.
The seasons prove as a reminder
to change my outlook once again.

Let's rake the leaves of memories passed
and sweep them off the porch instead.
We'll  get lost outside together,
when snow flurries once again.

Try to enjoy the present moment;
anticipating winter's wonderland.
 'For as the freeze creeps upon us
life is buried once again.