The Ash tree was aflutter with bird song and feasting earlier this week.
It’s silent now, the berries consumed.
I stepped out to find this lifeless form on the table at the sliding glass door–
–stark reminder of the perils of partying in excess.
They tell me birds regularly gorge on these berries to intoxicating degrees. And crashes often result. Poor robin… I was so glad to see him and his kin in the spring.
“But watch yourselves lest your hearts be weighed down with dissipation and drunkenness and cares of this life, and that day come upon you suddenly like a trap. … But stay awake at all times, praying that you may have strength to escape all these things that are going to take place, and to stand before the Son of Man.” Luke 21:34,36
In brighter news, last tomatoes are brought in, reminding me that not only spring is green. Fall too has its greens ( : as does the Fall of life’s seasons:
“They still bear fruit in old age; they are ever full of sap and green.” Ps.92:14