'If This Darkness Came From Light, Then Light Can Come From Darkness, I Guess'
It isn't what it becomes.
It's what is revealed.
What already is but can't be seen in the pursuit of life.
The green blanket of sustenance recedes as coldness ignites a forest fire, unveiling what is and has been all along.
A blazing release, possible only in death.
5 comments:
Pine trees kind of diminish this phenomenon where I am from.
Oooo perdy.
I love it when you post something deep like this.
Nobody can figure out what to say in their comments.
Including me. haha
Jay: Right? And evidently that makes me resort to redneck lingo. *Shrug*
i really don't try to sound pretentious. i just really tripped out when i was writing about the changing leaves a week or so ago and a botanist explained to me that clorophyll merely hides what's already there.
i know i learned that in high school (or maybe elementary) but it finally registered with me.
that's what i think when i see the leaves. it's almost a metaphor for death release what we really are.
anyway ...
rusty, when i lived in the midlands of s.c. with all the pines, that's exactly the way it was. even moreso down by the coast. here at the base of appalachians, though, it's quite a sight.
e+
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