Falling in Autumn
November 16th, 2011 § Leave a Comment
Gravity demands that everything should fall at a speed of 9.8 meters/second squared. However, forces other than gravity make falling a beautiful phenomenon.
Witnessing the steady dismantling of nature, the beauty of its decay, its courtship with the breezes – coaxing a modest scenery to disrobe and bare all. Autumn’s poetry is gradual, revealing – a gorgeous fatality.
Leaves, green reincarnates, make their annual reappearance in spring, preparing to survive the harsh heat of summer and eventually submit to the will of nature. Individually they perform, one by one they let go of their mother and dance towards the earth, finding their place of rest beneath their homes.
Love is as beautiful a fall. Shedding our insecurities, fears, questions, for the chance to dance away from ourselves and into the arms of another. Love changes us. We lose ourselves within it, the world around us looks different because of it, we are transformed by it.
You are my Autumn. I had to let go of my familiar, gradually falling from where I was to where I wanted to be – safely on the ground with you. I have shed my inhibitions for the chance to be yours. I have fallen in Autumn.
