A Change in Season

I drove across I80 in PA today - not as "pretty" as my drive in October. But there is something very honest about the woods when most of the trees are bare as the season changes from fall into winter.

There is something very honest about a woman in that same transition. She may color her hair, may try to minimize the lines in her face, but she knows that the leaves are falling and soon she will be her true self - her honest self. She no longer has to be the sweet maiden; she no longer needs to needs to mother the world.

As she loses the leaves of her youth and she keeps her wise blood to herself, she becomes like the forest of silver tree branches and spots of ever-green - honest and ready to reveal her true self to those who care for Her.