Autumn is my favorite season. I started to describe why, but hit 'backspace' pretty early on in my phrasing, as it quickly entered the realms of cheesy and cliché. I could use succinct bullet points, but that would be boring. What I will say is that I have a particular fondness for October, and today I searched for quotes about this month. There are, I was surprised to learn, quite a few of them. Common terms were gold, dying/dead/death, maple. Most had a somber or even sad tone, which I understand but can't relate to. I embrace the foliage as it falls, a curtain in pieces that casts its pall over summer.
I've read so many poems this evening that my eyelids have grown heavy, so for now I shall post "October" by Robert Frost. You can't really go wrong with Frost, of course, but I'm still hoping to find the October poem. I believe I will know it when I come across it.
O hushed October morning mild, Thy leaves have ripened to the fall; Tomorrow’s wind, if it be wild,
Should waste them all.
The crows above the forest call;
Tomorrow they may form and go.
O hushed October morning mild,
Begin the hours of this day slow.
Make the day seem to us less brief.
Hearts not averse to being beguiled,
Beguile us in the way you know.
Release one leaf at break of day;
At noon release another leaf;
One from our trees, one far away.
Retard the sun with gentle mist;
Enchant the land with amethyst.
Slow, slow!
For the grapes’ sake, if they were all,
Whose leaves already are burnt with frost,
Whose clustered fruit must else be lost—
For the grapes’ sake along the wall.
And here's one quote just for fall in general, from the tortured and talented Vincent Van Gogh:
As long as Autumn lasts,
I shall not have hands,
canvas and colors enough
to paint the beautiful
things I see.