Rather than post a quote, I thought I would share an amazing poem with you. This poem was written by a lovely and gifted young woman, whose gentle spirit and artistic grace leave me in awe. I “met” her through my daughter’s xanga, and I so enjoy what she writes. You can find more about her here.
"The Dawn of Autumn"
© 2005 Kristine Lang
How bright! Dawn wakes with the tremor
Of Autumn’s sleeping whisper –
The taste of his cool breath more dear
Than the memory of Summer’s stolen kiss.
As she stretches her careful arms
Towards her lover in slumber,
Her rigid frame lights with the gleam of a silver dollar
Set against a shimmering blanket of sky.
Night’s shadow hides in fear of the tender gesture –
Darkness found only in the deepening shades of her growing shame.
A lengthened visitor unwelcome, she is,
With striving measures found lacking, at best.
And instead, color floods and fills Autumn’s eyes
As they open to Dawn’s beauty:
Her astonishing and simple grace,
Nearly forgotten, as now is the enemy’s lie.
In their early morning tryst,
There sings a song of familiarity and of hope.
Old lovers meet again under the guise of a new season,
One more welcome and promising than any besides.
Time seems to escape these moments,
Much like it ever does with passion’s return.
And so, they settle their love in the contours of a long embrace –
The horizon of her gentle air and his strong earth as bodies ever entwined.
To attempt to comment on the advent of the fall season, after such profoundly beautiful imagery seems a daunting task, but I will try:
He’s coming. I can feel it.
I have had a life-long love affair with Autumn.
As September draws to a close, the temperatures begin to tease me. The still warm days are occasionally interrupted by a cool breeze, or a chilly evening, --- The problem is that it never lasts long. Just when I think I might throw open the windows and air out the house…the thermometer creeps up over eighty degrees, and summer lingers.
And though summer hangs around rather longer than she is welcome, I know her days are numbered. Eventually she will have to sleep, and then Autumn will finally blow in on the breeze.
He will bring me mementos --- all the sights and smells of fall.Wet leaves, logs burning, the scent of rain on the air, hay-rides, county fairs, pumpkins, apple pies, squash and high-school football. He whispers on the wind, and in my ears I hear… “Look, I’ve set the horizon on fire with red and orange, brown and gold. There’s a chill in the air, let’s go for a walk."
What is it about the crunch of leaves beneath my feet that makes me feel as though everything is absolutely beautiful?
So I linger in the evenings and watch the sunset. I shiver slightly, and pull on a sweater as the stars turn on their lights, one-by-one. I listen to the sounds of fall, and already, it is a bittersweet moment.
Because I know…
Autumn never stays long in Oklahoma. He floats in on a breeze, plays with my hair, and my heart… He whispers to me of steaming bowls of stew and chili, happy family gatherings and holidays…I almost believe he’s going to stay a while… but in little more than a week he has left me again.
The color fades.
The temperature falls.
Winter begins to announce his arrival, and dear, sweet Autumn slips away when I’m not looking….
And still, I love him.