This fallen leaf. A symbol that change is necessary sometimes to achieve further growth. – Ash
Shade of Ash # 23 – Taking the Fall
When I get weak, I don’t fall. I run to it. – Ash
A Shade of Ash – Prompt # 1 (Haiku)
I’m just going to get right into it, looks like my very first post starts with a curve ball. Let’s have a little fun with it, jump in and give it a shot. No pressure!!!
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Journal Entry # 156 – What Can I say? I’m a Fall Guy!
Leave the road, take the trails. – Pythagoras
Just because, I take a breath,
leaf-peeping through autumn hues.
Chilled zephyrs race tears down a single cheek,
that dewy brisk, restorative.
I wander along the many tints and tones,
embracing change that’s before me.
Just a little further…
and I’ll catch the harvest moon winking.
As I stare at the branches the leaves fall away, Barely able to hang on, the season won't let them stay; Their colors deep shades of orange, some the darkest red, I watched as the wind held you as you fled; Your journey has ended and you now have to go, Where will you land, how far will you blow? The tree can't hold you any longer for autumn is here, The cold is coming and winter is near; Life went on while you fell from grace, Nobody cared that you were displaced; Laying there damp against the rain-soaked roads, Scattered in whatever direction the cool breeze chose; In death there is beauty if we just wait to see, For in the place of just one fallen, there will someday be three.
No Pattern to the Mist
Hearing the rain reminds me of nights stayed in, There was always something soothing about the wind; The house shaking with every blowing gale, The lights would blink, the lights would fail; An extra blanket may be needed, it's bound to get cold, Holding the covers tight, the heat I must hold; The winds and rain violently crashing against the glass, Each and every gust so much different than the last; Whipping at the window no pattern to the mist, Sometimes the sounds would allow me to drift; I lie in bed staring at the ceiling, The storm outside sometimes defines how I'm feeling; As the rain pours down I get lost in my thoughts, I recall the memories I had almost forgot; Nowhere to be and nowhere to go, Whistling of the wind as it continues to blow; Tonight I’ll curl up to the howling pitter patters, For now at least nothing else matters.
A change in the air.
It’s the end of the summer of 2016 and already there is a change in the air, there ‘s a certain nip to the breeze, a indication that fall is around the corner. I took to the bike yesterday and there was a different feel to the evening, it was a good different though for me, I like the fall and a fall in Newfoundland is like no other. The leaves will soon change, the air smells extra clean, fresh and I seem to get the most inspired. I can honestly say that the fall is my best time of the year, I just like the look and feel of everything.
The talk of vacations and travel plans start to dwindle and the Christmas chatter begins to make its way into conversations already with the first person to speak of them to be quickly shunned of course. “It’s too early to talk of those things, didn’t you just get back from summer vacation?”. That may be the case, but you know yourself that time flies and before you know it. Just the other day I received my first Christmas party request for a work function, imagine the first of September and I now thinking about gifts. (Switch topics)
I took a walk just last night and the air was crisp and clean, it made me think of home and growing up, I thought of school nights spent playing with my friends trying to make the best out of the last days of summer that we had left. September was upon us and we’d soon be packing book bags and lining up to get the best seat on the bus, dibs back row. I asked my little nephew Dalton a couple weeks ago about school and before I had the words out of my mouth he goes “don’t even talk about uncle Ash”. I had to laugh because I’ve been there and there no worst feeling than knowing the sands of the summer hour glass were quickly trickling away, I felt for him.
Speaking of school, my daughter is in town for her first year at university, yup, my little girl is about to start a new chapter in her life and she seems to be taking it all in stride. She says she’s excited and I know she will be ok but I can only imagine what must be going through her mind. Ashton, like me, will be coming from a small rural community and I remember it was intimidating to be finally on my own too but I never really felt like I was home sick or never capable of staying the course. I guess with my friends being around and being that some of them were my room mates I felt a sense of security like there were pieces of home with me. She will be rooming with a young lady that is also from her graduating class, so at least she will have a little sense of home with her as well. There’s a lot for her to experience and a time for her to start making her way through life, it will be full of obstacles but she is fully capable of taking care of herself. I can only sit back and watch her become a woman, she will have to learn like we all do, she has a great mind on her shoulders so I confident she’s going to be just fine. This is just another example of this time of year and the changes it brings with it, the fall is synonymous with beginnings from an academic perspective and this is just her’s, stay tuned.
Now if you not worried about school then maybe talks of the breakdown of patio sets or storing of pleasure boats fill the todo lists conversations. I was talking with a coworker the other day who was taking advantage of this last long weekend of the summer to winterise and lock down her cabin, probably the case for a lot this last hurrah of summer. I’m sure there are many families tonight sharing the last of the campfire stories and roasting the final spider wiener with the warm season winding down to an end. I’m glad my family and I had a chance the summer to eat by a fire and take in the beautiful summer night skies, we are lucky to be able to live here.
Nowadays a walk may require a coat, you could very well be rained on more often but this time of year for me is the best, I still like it the most. Summer is cool but this time of year I tend to write more, I usually pick up reading again or at least have more time for it. Summer is busy, it seems like you always have to be doing something when the weather is good. Cue September and something as simple a bbq has lost its luster because for the last three months it seems that’s all we’ve been eating, so I’m glad for the change. Fall is rich in tone, it was my grandfathers favourite season too, he loved it, I remember vividly of the smell of freshly cut trees as he would saw the wood that was needed to fuel the stove for the colds nights to come. The air would cut through me and the saw dust would get in my boots but there was something about that fragrance of autumn that made you feel good that you were alive, I miss my pop, but that moment makes me smile.
So, wrap your plants, school’s in, and I saw Halloween decorations just two days ago, summer may be over but it’s time to embrace the fall. What do you like about the fall of the year, any memories come swarming back?, Any projects on your horizon?, leave a remark in the comments below and share.