REALITY: Uh-oh, Winter Cometh

Suddenly, although I didn’t hear them in the night, the leaves fell to their deaths like lemmings unable to comprehend but follow nature’s call en masse in silent suicide.  I too, would like to hold back seasons because their show of time is so traumatic, dramatic and resigned.  No way to resuscitate, to pick them up with care and blow them back to life nor glue them to their place back up on branches.  Naught but to gather them together in somber service and light the funeral pyre.