The Vigilance of Trees.

How do trees feel in the Winter?
Do they miss their leaves that once held on like a force like gravity?
Green as emeralds on a dutchess' throat that then caught fire in reds and golds and set said trees ablaze with the brevity of life, only to fall down dead and brown.
And then the snow and the ice and the Northern wind came and laid their weighty burdens on their naked boughs.
So for three months those trees shivered and shook, remembering their former glory until fragile rays of life touched their heads. Those rays grew in size and strength and melted away the sorrow of winter to reveal rebirth beneath.
Lovely small green shoots of the future had been concealed and the trees gasped a deep breath, realizing that as long as roots of hope stay firm in the ground, life will always return in spring.
Then small jewels of blossoms grew and bedecked the trees with fresh new petals, more lovely than years gone by.
Those blossoms soon change to thick strong leaves that shelter fruit and seed, the legacy of those Giants of Earth.
As it always has been, those seeds fell, and the leaves were set ablaze again by the setting sun of Autumn. The Harvest Moon comes and bestows the kiss of death, and their bright beautiful garments turn brown and fall.
Naked again they wait shivering until spring returns.

The Kindest Constellation.

"Good evening stars!" I say as I lay down on slightly sloping shingles. "How are you?" This of couse is a silly question, seeing as stars are always wonderful. But still they wink their greeting at me, as they have always done. The Great Trident (as I call it) sits right above me, staring down, ready at any moment to strike away my anxiety, worry, or regret. That's nice of him. For a while I lay down, crying, then laughing over this silly life. Then I get up, blow them all a goodbye kiss, and climb back inside.

Cool huh?

Pretentious Criticism.

I spent some time today to read over old blog posts that I wrote like a year and a half ago. Some I still absolutely love (insert proud grin), others now disgust me. Its kinda cool how we change over the years. Heck, its cool how we change over months. Instead of deleting those "silly old posts" I am keeping them as a record of thought, or a timeline of mental/spiritual progression. Who knows though, I may end up deleting it all and starting over. The pretentious part of it all is that I am pretty much writing this all to myself, cause I know no one reads any of this crap.