Tuesday, October 7, 2014

An Autumn View From My Balcony

The First Season

Autumn Today: Taken earlier today, a north-western view of autumn in Toronto. It is 11°C (52°F).
Photo: (c) Perry J. Greenbaum, 2014.

Autumn is wonderful, colourful and even breath-taking; and it would be more liked if it did not precede winter, which in these parts can be brutal and tiring. Although I am a native Canadian, I have yet to make peace with Canadian winters. Perhaps it's time that I do.

My favourite season is spring (six more months to its arrival here); and in dedication to it here is a modern poem that I recently discovered on the Jewish Daily Forward site; it is by Yermiyahu Ahron Taub:
Jewish Spring
Winter birds brush our faces in farewell.
Our step quickens as thaw gains force and marches into inevitability.
Flowers, bold in their delicacy,
viewed since time’s beginning,
are seen anew, interpreted afresh.
Everyone sees flowers in a different way, Rinah once said.
Trees spread cover thickly
between the chemical groves below and above,
insisting on their leafy say.
Hands pool the earth, laying the foundation for renewal.
Already we envision stalks bent with bounty.
We breathe these many fragrances, humbled, awed.
But like the gazelle on the savannah,
our eyes are always shielded toward the horizon.
We peruse the headlines and the top stories;
we assess the pitch of the chatter.
Who knows how long this generosity,
how deep this permissibility.
Dogwood blossoms etch our prayer in grace.