Nature's first green is gold
Her hardest hue to hold
Her early leafs a flower
But only so an hour
The leaf subsides to leaf
So Eden sank to grief
So dawn goes down today
Nothing gold can stay
~Robert Frost
The colors so vibrant, hues and tones so rich, warmth's glow. I can stand in my front yard and see so many colors. The Weeping Birch that stands so tall, leaves reaching for the ground. These leaves are now golden. Contrasted by the ever remaining deep green of pines that stand even taller behind it. Across the street stands a Mountain Ash. These are some of the most beautiful trees in the fall. Brillant burgandys, firey reds, mellow yellows, and greens, all accented by orange berries. Come February, this tree, barren of its leaves, will be filled with Cedar-Wax Wings. Birds that flock from tree to tree, eating the remaining berries. It is very fascinating to watch them, slowly cleaning off the tree, making it ready for the new growth that comes with the spring.
The grass is in the process of dying, losing its beautiful green, for the winter months. The leaves eventually fall from the trees to lay upon the earth. Once most of the leaves have fallen, the kids love to rake them into piles. There is nothing sweeter in the fall, than watching my babies frolick in them. Throwing leaves into the air, floating back down towards you. Just the simplicity of making a pile of leaves and jumping into them brings such delight to their eyes.
Imagine a valley with a blue river running threw it. Now, look to the colors in
the pictures above. Take these colors, as the valley is your canvas and paint
with them. This is Autumn's Beauty.
~katania~
~10~11~1999~
