Have you ever woken up one morning and realized the seasons have changed?

Have you been able to smell the difference in the air? From Spring to Summer and Summer to Fall, the difference is so minute that we tend to overlook it but if you stop to think about it the changes are magnificent and at the same time horrible.

I woke up the other day and new it smelled different from the day before. It smelled like death. I knew the season was truly changing then, not because the days were getting shorter or even cooler. It was that cloying scent of death that clings to your tongue with a bittersweet tang. You could smell the rotting leaves on the trees even before they started to fall and it made me wonder if trees feel like cancer patients. Can they feel themselves beginning to rot and losing their leaves? Trees get sick like humans do the only difference is that we can't talk to the tree to find out where it hurts.

I only have to look at our last remaining peach tree in our backyard to know its in pain. How can it not be? It's split up through the middle and has reddish gold sap leaking constantly as it tries to heal itself. The ants were crawling all over it this summer trying to get at the sweetness. Taking away the healing agents to eat so they could survive but in turn helping finish off the last tree of my dad's. The last tree he had planted and one of the last gifts we gave to him for Father's Day. Now the leaves aree turning colours and beginning to fall from it and does it feel it like another attack? Or does it just slowly accept its fate to die so that it can revive in Spring to continue its ugly battle with its illness. Maybe if Cancer patients could do that they would get better?

Bears begin to go into hibernation soon, crawling into caves and burroughing down for the winter to wake up in spring having given birth to cubs. Or maybe not, perhaps the poachers will come and shoot them for their hides...or rather the money they could get for them. Some deer lose their antlers or part of them, and pregnant Does walk around unaware that hunting season approaches. Sometimes if the Hunter's are knowledgeable enough they'll be able to tell if one is pregnant or if one is too young to die yet..."let it go this year, He'll be bigger next year. More Meat."

Our world around us slowly dies until it's covered with a crystalline blanket of white. When you're inside and warm you could almost believe something so beautiful would be warm and fluffy, instead of bitterly cold and often times crunchy. "It's good snow for snowmobiling", "Let's go skiing!?", "Let's go out and make a snowman!" Is this maybe just our way of making the best out of a bad situation? Our world is dead, granted the snow will melt, warmth will return and our trees will regrow their lost leaves. Only to have to lose them again in a few weeks.

Over the past few days I've taken time to truly appreciate some things I never thought to. I won't tell you what they were for that would take the fun out of your own experiences with the seasons, but have you given thought to what Mother Nature must go through? Or have you just been thinking about your own daily lives and the problems that lie within?

I continue to think that I am slowly dying, beginning with that which I feel is most important to me. My creativity drains away so slowly and I forget the words I know are inside me. I have to write quickly otherwise they are gone and forgotten, like the leaves that were lost last fall.

|| by Fae ||
11:21:00 PM |