Like Burning Tears

“And now, my poor old woman, why are you crying so bitterly? It is autumn. The leaves are falling from the trees like burning tears- the wind howls. Why must you mimic them?”
― Mervyn Peake, Titus Groan

Fall Colors
University of Texas at Dallas
Richardson, Texas
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Oblique Strategy: Revaluation (a warm feeling)

The trees along my drive to work have exploded into flame.
Their conflagration tinted according to their species from a sodium flame yellow, through orange, on to a deep blazing crimson.
Except for the cemetery, monocultured with live oaks, all their usual dark spinach.

I knew someone once, a long, long time ago. She said she liked the fall better than the spring. She liked the sense of foreboding, the knowledge that a cold storm was coming – the excitement of onrushing doom.

It took me decades to understand what she was talking about and how important it was.

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11 responses to “Like Burning Tears

  1. I love it… I can’t wait to feel the cold wind and see the snowfall, even here in WV, USA. Nothing like when I lived way up North. But the bitter wind and storms still come. Mother Nature is amazing. Thank you for sharing!

  2. I am SO enjoying your blog. It’s like traveling a path that looks familiar from the start, but takes me places I’ve not dared to go, willingly…and now I wonder why!

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