Some say one ability that distinguishes us from animals is our sense of the future. Coupled with that, of course, is our awareness of time passed. So it is unlikely these birds are anticipating a new spring.
That these leaves that cling to my dog's damp fur, just as they cling to the earth, will nourish new growth. The cycle of life.
I don't particularly like Fall. I'm trying to get passed that.
I'm trying to tell myself to live in the beautiful present that this season offers...the explosions of earth's colors, the lacy patterns of bare branches, the time it affords to slow that manic summer pace.
I'm trying to convince myself that every season has so much unappreciated bounty; that they all present opportunities.
I'm trying to take these opportunities inwardly...to inhale the peace and the wonder they offer and to make myself a better person for it.
I see the reflections of the trees on the pond--reflections dappled with bronze and copper leaves. I want my soul to reflect this same beauty, this glorious harmony between it and nature. Reflect it outward in hopes it will trick other birds into thinking Spring has arrived.