Look how leaves are dancing and swirling around, and it is such a sad dance with wind whispers brushing our face and with colors fading away and making a room for the silence.
The silence covers our daily struggles and doubts with weightless cloth of dusk as the darkness sets in to rescue us from the exhaustion. Or? Or to torture us with its deceptive softness and tranquility. Some of us cannot close our eyes and say a prayer with hope that the next day is going to meet us with more enjoyable events.
The bare trees share our despair, but the cool sun tries to make everything look better and more attractive. Or? Or our wrinkles are visible so well in the bright sunlight and there’s nothing we can do about it. Not at this moment which takes so much away from us and leaves nothing instead.
I am finding that getting older has made me more moderate and more appreciative of half-tones: grey hues, soft shadows, hardly-visible lines and I can also experience the entire autumn within just one leaf, I don’t need the whole tree anymore. Or? Or this is the experience reminding me that nothing is here to keep. I am writing down this moment and splashing some paint over a paper. Somebody might find it after years, and they would be speculating: who did this and why these colors are so strange and washed out?
It’s a very late autumn day with just one leaf still not saying good-bye and not flying off the tree. This day has my steps which get lost in the rustling layers of leaves. This is how the day walks away, too. So little done, no perfect memories remain, no bad pain, no huge achievements. Just small steps melting away in the rustling leaves. There is not one single color missing in this bright carpet of leaves: the mosaic is complete.
Colorful and soothing
Garden is going to sleep
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A beautiful, interesting post, Inese.
Thanks Cynthia! I really appreciate your comment. I have published many stories and poems in my native Latvian language. Although, I’m using English for my medical writing, it’s still lots to improve in regular writing.
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You do a fine job, Inese.
Thanks Cynthia! That sounds like music to my ears!
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Muted colors of November are captured in your photographs so beautifully. As you say, the mosaic is complete. Now, the silence of December follows.
Thanks Inese! Such a beautiful comment! I’m getting ready to post something new, but unfortunately suffering from bad cold at the moment. Once I’m better, I will have a new post.
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