Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Nothing Gold Can Stay

Golden sunrise a couple mornings ago, birds twittering on the wire.

We have enjoyed a long, sweet autumn.  So sweet, we have been lulled into a false sense of there being plenty of time to prepare.  It is hard to conceive that winter is imminent. But today, a fierce wind blasted in.  Temperatures dropped. Tonight the wind is still roaring outside.  It feels like the beginning of winter.  I can't help but feel a bit wistful.
Pale apricot moonrise, a couple silvery evenings ago, pampas grass swaying in the gentle breeze.

I truly love winter, once it actually gets here. But between fall and winter there is a season of impending that feels  unsettled and a bit melancholy.

I guess it is a sense of loss---loss of the chorus of summer birds and insects, loss of vivid colors - especially my favorite vibrant green.  Loss of ease.  No more lying on the hammock on a warm summer night watching the meteor showers with your sweetie, or running out to the garden to harvest a salad for supper or a handful of flowers for the table, or drinking morning coffee outside on the patio.

At least not for about the next 6 months.

1 comment:

katiegirl said...

You worded this post beautifully.