Falls Deceit

The fall season starts coming to life but only through the slow decaying death of all that's living around it. We see beauty not realizing that we're witnessing the exact opposite. We love what we unconsciously know is our undoing. Those we love most are those that we're least likely to keep. The ones that want to stay somehow lose their beauty. The fall brings these monsters out to play. As the life in the leaves lets go for the winter, as they change color and die, they're seen as more beautiful than when they were vibrant and alive. When spring comes, you don't' think about fall, you only think about winter. You appreciate what a green tree looks like after having to look at bare branches through the ice and snow for 4 months. That's life; it's the breathing again that immediately follows the dead of winter. It's all relative. Fall is only beautiful because we know what's coming next. It's change, that's all we see is something different. We're amazed by it. What if the leaves had bright beautiful color in the spring and changed to green in the fall? We would love it just the same, not because it's more of less beautiful but because it's different and it's one last chance to hold on to something before the inevitable change in temperature occurs and we're held captive, like prisoners on some island someplace, until the snow melt arrives