The dull light of a chalky gray sky settles on the wet yard, and some colors are more vivid: dark greens and intense reds and purples do well soaked, with patches of shade all around and lighter colors dulled.

I can’t say I’m happy with the look of things: it feels icky just to look. The dead and dying leaves in the yard are particularly messy; the rain does not seem to signal rebirth as much as neglect, disorder.

There may be a metaphor in there. I haven’t been terribly thoughtful recently, just antsy. I have run into a lot of people that think they know better than me, are unafraid to loudly and angrily say so, and whaddya know – sometimes those people do know better. I’m happy to learn, but why must my teachers be barbarians?

And why am I the one seeking knowledge from them? A lot of poems use imagistic hints to skip from autumn/winter to spring, as if the dulling of brightness were just an illusion, as if the rain caused no problems itself. It’s never that simple.

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  1. Oh, very interesting post. First let me apologize for the pushy barbarians. Not bc I am a pushy barbarian myself, but let me apologize bc I am a human being as they are, and sometimes human beings just want to violently push their ideas on others — especially when they tell another how they “ought” to feel.

    Having said that, I do believe there is a metaphor in there. And I also believe you can’t just neatly skip over the yucky parts of Autumn and Winter, so I won’t claim that either.

    Now the metaphor, for me, I’ll try to tell you, just bc I want to help, but I won’t be pushing it down your throat. Take it or leave it! In the fall and winter, yes, things must die before new life can spring forth in the spring. Bulbs must lay deep beneath the snow, smothering and freezing, before they can peak out then become a beautiful plant. And that time in the ground IS long and hard and freezing. Good things often take time. Lots of time and hard work and darkness before you see the light. The plant lies dormant and sees no growth, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t germinating. A baby lies within the womb for 9 months. And Jesus said, unless a grain of wheat falls to the ground and dies, there won’t be a wheat plant the next year. That is true for nature and that is true for us also. We must let old habits in life die, so we can become better people. We must grow through pain at times, learning new things — we must grow through trials — we must work hard — we must sometimes go through darkness before we learn something new. When we come out on the other side we just may have the best and brightest life in the world! I will not be like the others and say that we shall skip the hard part, the autumn/winter. For we must pass through the hard work, the dark night, often, to find the joy in the end. Just remember the song: “just remember in the winter, far beneath the bitter snow, lies the seed, that with the sun’s love, in the spring, becomes the rose.” Hope that helps some, honey.

    don’t know if you remember me. i visited your blog awhile ago. my name is krissy knox and my blog is Sometimes I Think. I haven’t been blogging my for a couple months or visiting blogs bc i have been sick, as has my husband who has been going to cancer and post cancer treatments for 11 yrs. hope you’ll visit my blog, i posted yesterday.

    take care, i hope i helped and wasn’t pushy. really i hope i wasn’t. just hope i helped. take your time, have your time of meditation, let your answers come from within, and from the Lord.

    krissy knox :)
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