On A Wintry Autumn Day

 

"November... with uncanny witchery in its changed tress. With murky red sunsets flaming in smoky crimson behind the westering hills. With dear days when the austere woods were beautiful and gracious in a dignified serenity of folded hands and closed eyes... days full of a fine, pale sunshine that sifted through the late, leafless gold of the juniper trees and glimmered among the grey beeches, lighting up evergreen banks of moss and washing the colonnades of the pines. Days when an exquisite melancholy seemed to hang over the landscape and dream about the lake. But days, too, of the wild blackness of great storms, followed by dank wet streaming nights when there was a itch laughter in the pines and fitful moans among the mainland trees. What cared they? Old Tom had built his roof well, and his chimney drew."

~L.M. Montgomery

Skeleton trees are beginning to pop up all over the place, and it isn't even Thanksgiving yet! Still, as long as autumn wants to fill my life with leaves, and therefore one life affirming moment after another, I will be there to accept that gift, and let go of all the negativity and creeps into me. 

And yes, maybe one day I will believe that.