In deep summer when our fireworks splattered the night sky, the trees watched, admiring our short-lived brightness. Twenty seconds of spangled light is not bad for creatures who can’t sit still and have no roots.
Early October the trees ignite a firework display of incandescent reds, yellows, greens, and browns. The lucent leaves flare up, blazing in blue sky for days on end, burning memories on our callous hearts, consuming all our indifference.
The month ends in ashes, colors fading to somber brown, but not before the trees remind us that we are alive, that the world is full of pageantry, and that a beauty fierce enough to split the earth, a beauty anchored by desire in time and place, is here, now, waiting for us to open our eyes and look.
16 thoughts on “Fall fireworks”
I was just thinking about the similarity visually between fireworks and tress in fall!
I would like to make a slow-motion video of a tree slowly blazing color. I bet it would look a lot like a fireworks.
I love the spectacular show fall puts on! I fall for it every time.
Me, too. The colors have cheered me up all week.
Can you write a poem about me cursing under my breath as I’m raking up the residue of fall’s fireworks?
I will work on it.
I love the comparison of the two! I happen to like the fall’s fireworks much more than the summer’s!
Fall’s fireworks last so much longer.
A beautiful written piece – so good I read it twice!
Thank you. I’m glad you liked it.
Thank you, winsomebella.
Lovely words and lovely photo.
Thank you, Myra.
In the context of these technologically enhanced days, nature is patient indeed, giving us hours to appreciate her fireworks… loved both your descriptions and the beautiful pictures.
It saddens me to think of all the times I hurried by and failed to really look. This year I look and look. What a spectacular show.