The winds whip leaves of all colors, shapes and sizes past my window. Leaves are stripped from branches without fanfare. None of the gentle glide, wafting on a warm autumn breeze. Rending the branches bare for the onset of winter, seems to be the only answer to these fall storms.
The rain beats against the windows on all four sides of the house. It’s impossible to tell which direction the winds are originating from. I fear for the birds. A stray grackle tumbles past my window. I can only imagine it must have lost its footing as the tree it sought protection with was blown over.
Tumultuous weather creating havoc for friend and foe. Umbrellas turned inside out. Collars turned up against the wind. Eyes glancing upwards to ensure no trees (or houses) will be falling on their heads.
Autumn is filled with joy. Autumn demands we embrace winter.