Autumn Blaze

Oh, what a glorious weather we had in the past few weeks. The steamy heat was all gone and the biting chill was still making its way, the light was neither the dazzling blaze nor the depressing gloom, a wonderful dappled delight for all day long. Then there was this wonderful breeze, not the roughish one that manhandles your hairs but the pleasant one that caresses you.

What a dreary, somber, cozy, ponderous weather we have now. I knew the game is afoot (sorry Sherlock, you don’t have a monopoly anymore) when we had an overcast day yesterday. Then it started to rain from this morning, those fine drizzles that you barely notice unless you are outside. But there’s no finesse in the way the cold bites you. And the breeze isn’t your delightful date anymore, it’s now a sniffling, bitching companion you can’t wait to get away from.

The game is afoot, the winter is coming.

It’s still autumn though. In my realm of eternal green, there’s no change of guards. But in the lands far, far away; the autumn blaze is still glowing in embers. My lady is suave and serene in her emerald, but theirs is a lustrous joy splashed with scarlet and amber. The Beech showers gold while the Birch stands like silver-sentinels and among the marauding rampage of red & gold, patches of Pines flaunt their green citadels.

The ember is still glowing, emitting feeble warmth to fight off the accrescent cold. It’s like a child trying to fight off a mother’s lullaby. She is spirited but the mother is potent. She may twit at every lull in the lullaby, but the mother patiently keeps weaving her spell. Little by little, the sparkle dims and the spirit soothes before she slips into the silent slumber.

Photo: Dorothy Anthony