Seasons Through a Window

Fall is a time when the days grow short. The plants are barren, the sky is grey, and the air is chilly; it is as if the entire universe has slowed to a crawl. Yet, without the darkness, the cold, and the deadness of the season the world as we know it wouldn’t exist. The dampness of the soil and the steady change in color of the leaves exemplify a unique type of beauty hither to unknown. Pine cone shaped leaves protrude out of the ground, some tall some tiny. But in truth these are but just mere symbols of the mysterious season’s gentle nature.



Dewdrops shine and glitter as they fall down, disturbed by the faint cold breeze. They drip onto the hard ground, forming a small puddle. This puddle eventually seeps into the dark earth and causes the ground to adopt a damp texture. Faint traces of water linger on the leaves of the stem, shimmering in the bright cool sun, brittle to touch. The leaves rustle in the icy gentle wind and seem to speak the words “winter is on its way.”

The journey was over, the world has ended. The magnificent stem with its patchwork of tiny faded leaves had almost completely vanished. A milk white insect was all that was visible upon the musty smelling earth where the stem, the last piece of spring had lain. Fall had come to an end and the barren ground would not encounter such a marvelous creature for a very long time. Winter had finally arrived and in doing so destroying all the gifts spring had offered. All hope was lost……until next year.