Autumn Breeze

The leaves in your lap were once bright green, they're now rust and gold. You keep looking at them, in a mix of disbelief, wonder and the knowledge of the inevitability of age. You trace the spine of the now crinkled paper and impulsively crush it in your palm, just to hear the satisfying chrrr. The deafening sound of a death knell, the final cry of what has been waiting to mingle with the soil, it, rose from. 

You dust your palms off and shoot right up, the intense emotion telling you to flee, rising like a cry against sacrilege, in your bones. So you turn around and run. Blind, thoughtless, breathless. You run like your life depends on it. You run like there is no tomorrow. And you don't stop. Not until you collapse, on your knees, the beat of your heart reminding you to feel grateful, to be alive. 

You run so far away from the remains of what was once pure life because you know you must wait. For the autumn breeze to turn to cold, to sweep away the shattered bits of the whole, let winter cover it in its wing and wait for spring to let it grow again. 

And you remember asking yourself a year ago- have you ever thought about why the leaves change hues to brightest golds and crimson just before they fall?

It's because the seasons will make what was once beautiful, grow in time. And you'll get another chance at another time, to make what was yours, yours again. You just have to let the winter pass. 

PS- <http://coloursandthirst.blogspot.in/2015/07/have-you.html>