The Great Falling Away

This isn’t the scriptural falling away I’m discussing…no, it’s another that happens every year.  I just can’t stop taking pictures of leaves these days.  Fall is a fiery colored season.  Some flames are more spectacular than others.  In the middle of my fall enjoyment we had a partial eclipse…I never captured it well but the lighting rocked.  I’m surprised any Dandelion puff balls remain.  Another celestial event come and gone.  Soon the season’s passing  will be a thing of the past like the eclipse.  Somehow the last hangers on are sad little things.  Most gather on the ground rather than on the trees now but a few groups cling to branches still.  Most leaves on trees are long sentries awaiting fall’s passing.  Leaves on the ground await the first snow together.  I wonder if they silently call their remaining brethren to join them.  If they hear they show now sign.  Some still reach for blue skies above.  Trees for the most part dressed as skeletons this year for Halloween.  There’s no pumpkin carving with these loners, no gleeful excitement, just a dying echo of season’s passing.  This lone leaf clings to our back door gratewhile others cling to our porch stone wall.  For now they are secure from the breezes above.  Are they sad, stoic or brave…maybe no one knows…or maybe it depends on your mood.