Dressed today only in russet and sepia, underneath a cloak of raindrops, Autumn painted her lips scarlet to match her passion for life. Whoever said Autumn if full of dead lives hasn’t seen her jumping through puddles.
The chestnut had stripped off its prickly shield for a luscious maroon and blushed a scarlet, thinking herself to be the sunset. For looking down, the chestnut thought she was the cause of the russet, parchment-like leaf… And Autumn sighed.
I saw Autumn lighting up leaves like some russet, amber and scarlet candles to celebrate the approach of Winter. The days are shorter, yet there is no loss in the Fall, but a celebration of what is to come. For tomorrow would be nothing without today.
Perhaps Fall painting her leaves scarlet is her way of reminding us that, even in the Autumn of our lives, we are still beautiful…
Hard to think of scarlet and not to end with “letter” or visualize Autumn leaves floating away with my thoughts… Yet scarlet, originated in the Persian saqalāt, was in Medieval Europe a high-priced, luxury, woolen cloth.
Which autumn color is your favorite? I hope you will return for more colors, seasonal posts and dog stories for all.
When I think of sepia, first to spring to mind are treasure family mementos on small squares of paper, with laced edges or the 1930’s “pearl” colored MGM movies. Yet sepia is also one of Autumn’s first gifts.
A sepia painting in Autumn
Fall paints the world with the melancholy of old photos. Mulching leaves underfoot, rimming my shoes with a layer of tears. Smells of earth filled with secrets and the promise of snow to come. A necessity step. I take it and bring thanks.
A Letter from a Squid
I imagine the 19th century seafarers falling overboard, suddenly forced to wrestle a giant squid to save their own life. Having already reached the end of a bitter yarn spun out of mutiny, little pay and, perhaps, lack of shore privileges, the sailor punches and wrestles the best and eventually, defeats it in its own habitat.
I can see the exhausted mariner at the end of the fight, every neuron in his brain demanding oxygen, his own fervor for life pulling him to the surface. Braking the waves, a helpless human again, addicted to oxygen. And perhaps with blue skin. An angry cuttlefish always releases an inky secretion. It was the 19th century painters who realized its chromatic use first. But surely after the seamen.
More autumn colors coming soon… Until then…
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