The poem above reminds me of fall, the season that is presently upon us. I have been shooting a lot over the past several days. Capturing the change of seasons and the fresh surroundings that accompany it. Notice the fall colors in the image below. I photographed my roses a lot over the past week fearing that their season was coming to an end. This particular image, to me, resonates Fall. The early morning sun low in the sky gives off the warm, golden tones of the changing season. The colors of the leaves, although only slightly deeper than during the warmer months, are similar to the colors found on certain trees in the Fall. And the rain drops dance with the breeze to enhance the falling of the petals. The spider web. I don’t take a step outside, this time of year, without seeing one. The spiders are flourishing in the cooler weather.
Do you feel the correlation to, and see the symbolism of, the poem in the image?
“The tender words we spoke to one another are stored in the secret heart of heaven and one day, like rain, they will fall and spread and our mystery will grow green all over the earth.” – Rumi
If words could fall like rain, I would want them to grow and look like the flowers I see adorning the roadsides during Spring in Buck’s County.
Yes, it is the same winged creature from my post on Saturday, just on different flowers. It has no bias for colors.
This week in Buck’s County you don’t drive far without seeing these flowers alongside the roads. They are so cheery and catch my eye every time I pass by them. Wouldn’t it be nice to rest in a field of them and day dream under the warm rays of the sun?