Earlier in life, we perennially mourned the end of the warm, verdant Summer and the sad advent of the season of vegetative decay, mass recusal of forest critters, and departure of many attractive species of birds, concurrent with the progressive curtailment of daylight, and the eternal promise of colder weather.
However, as successive decades passed, such a dire perception, by degrees, abated and empirically morphed into a positive anticipation of the universal advent of a perennial restoration, which mollified our temporal discontent and, by gradual degrees, ultimately metamorphosed into a blissful anticipation of the coming season’s eternal restoration of natural verdance and the joyous return of its residential denizens.
In the interim, we programatically awaited, in tandem with the soft rustling and occasional nose wrinkling of underground hibernating furry forest critters, their muted sleeping sounds subtly broadcast to the assorted inert seeds and floral bulbs, patiently awaiting the Planet’s dramatic cue to commence their dynamic chemical vitality; all, in tandem with the seasonally warming temperature and slowly melting frozen ponds, the latter dynamic soon to provide an available playground for the returning waterfowl, the accumulated wind-dispersed dry grass and fallen bird feathers, to be employed as construction materials for new avian nests, the sundry embedded nuts and acorns awaiting germination, the hard buds anticipating their timely blossoming, the loud-snoring black bears hard asleep alongside their furry newborn cubs, enjoing their familial long winter sleep pending the annual arrival of the primavera and sleepy awakening.
It is our present view that Autumn is as much a season of promise as it is an ambiance of withered leaves, migration of birds, and hibernation of forest inhabitants. It is, conceivably, a symbolically instructive primer on our thematic analogy between the salubrious response to the universal season of rest and repose and the dynamics of subsequent restoration and renewal.
Our venerated democracy is presently confronted with an unprecedented, “hard winter” of autocratic mismanagement and anti-democratic rule. Pending the predictable “withering” of such calamitous political season, we can do well by ourselves and the Nation, to analogize the dynamics of our perennial hope and anticipation of the universal advent of the warmer season replacing the undesirable season of sterility and cold with the fertile and desirable warm season, to the rationally expected season of its historically inherent fertile and admirable democracy.
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