Come autumn, or a fall, the days get colder, less bright, and maybe even bleak. Unwelcome winds come, some days more fiercely than others.
Color fades from a natural brightness to muted tones, often slowly and subtly but on occasion seemingly in an instant.
Evidence of life is stripped and tossed on the ground below, to be ignored and forgotten, noticed only by those with an eye or heart for recognizing the beauty within.
Bare limbs no longer invite the company of those who before found shelter and comfort in them.
There is a path and a bridge, over which is a firm ground and a new perspective – right there, within reach. The one who can reach them does not, instead staying in place, steadfast, standing as tall and proud as nature allows.
Their chosen place is too familiar, whether the footing around them has eroded or the earth has risen up around to bury more.
Depending on where the surroundings are, the stinging and penetrating effects of winter can be long lasting or brief, paralyzing or easily swept away.
No matter the tree or the man, there is a promise of a spring with brighter days, lasting warmth, familiar companions, and renewed life.
This entry was posted on November 2, 2013 by Sid Dunnebacke. It was filed under Gloomy, Right-brained, Uncategorized and was tagged with autumn, Blog for Mental Health 2013, depression, help, humanity, mental illness, metaphor, trees.