“How beautifully leaves grow old. How full of light and colour are their last days.” John Burroughs It is Fall in Canada. In mid-August I noticed the first slight change of colour in the maple trees. Since then it has accelerated as the cold weather approaches. This year, though, I noticed something new. The leaves weren’t immediately turning red and orange. Instead there seemed to be an intermediary stage when they became a dull brown, before they burst into the glorious colours of fall. They will keep that glorious colour until after they have fallen to the ground and been raked into piles. Then they will decay and become food for the next generation of leaves that will come in with the springtime. Some leaves don’t change colour, some change colour sooner that the rest, and some simply become part of the grand overall spectacle. Something like humans, I thought, as we pass through childhood and to adulthood with all its complexities and responsibilities....
These poems, quotes and reflections have all 'nudged' me along my way on this journey. Perhaps they will speak to you too!