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Thursday, September 6, 2007

O Autumn, Where Art Thou?


September is here, and I can feel my impatience building. I long for the chill winds of my beloved Autumn, and all the gifts he brings me. While resisting the temptation to drag the fall decorations down from the attic for at least a few more days, I decided the best way to feed my longing for Autumn is to resurrect an old post from a couple of years ago.

Autumn, if you're reading, please know that I am waiting to greet your arrival...

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This piece was originally posted on my Xanga blog October 3, 2005 along with a really amazing poem written by a blog-friend.



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.



14 comments:

~ Melody ~ said...

Now I'm impatient for autumn. Your wonderful post truly has me longing for all of the above.

Kari said...

My gosh, I need to print this out and read it every day. You've crawled inside my head, unjumbled my thoughts and written them down much more beautifully than I ever could have.
Autumn in Oklahoma. There's nothing like it. Gives new meaning to that worn sentiment "short, but sweet". I miss Oklahoma so much and this post has made my heart YEARN even more for the place of my birth. Thanks for sharing it.
Kari

Donetta said...

Very nice. I too am looking forward to him in my hair

Julie said...

Okay - you can recycle this autumn story every single year!! Thank you for sharing it and thank Kari for mentioning your blog in hers which led me over to your corner of cyberspace!

childlife said...

Tauna - Breathtaking. Truly. Recherché renderings left behind by your skillfully wielded pen... Many thanks for adding beauty to my day.

T*mmy said...

Absolutly beautiful!!!
:)

Susie Q said...

Oh my dear Lord girl...but you can paint the most gorgeous picture with your words. What a lyrical and amazing writer you are. I found my way here through Kari's blog and am so happy I did.

You have added such beauty to me day..thank you.

Hugs,
Sue

justabeachkat said...

Beautiful, just beautiful!

Hugs!
Kat

Kat said...

Poetic. :)

September is my worst month. October lights the world on fire and me with it.

I can definitely relate.

[aikaterine]

Mrs. Pivec said...

I'm impatient for Autumn too - especially here in FL.

You know, I've always thought of Autumn in the female sense for some reason, so your piece was an interesting read for me! Such a different "take" - and yet still so much the same of what I feel.

I wanted to thank you so much for the sweet birthday wishes you sent my way. You made my day, girl! :)

Your evening at Borders sounded SO fun! How cool that you go and hang out there with your family. I am only - after nearly 12 years of marriage - getting my husband to READ! I don't know if he'll stick with it after Tolkein, but he's loving the series. So maybe evenings at a bookstore are in my future. I would love to think so! :)

Kari said...

Miss Tauna, head on over to my blog when you get the chance, to pick up your "You make me smile" award.
Thanks for ALWAYS making me smile!
Kari

T*mmy said...

Hi...I'm back from Kari's to say congrats on the "Nice" award!!
:)

susan said...

You have a magical way of writing. This is a beautiful post.

Happy Belated Birthday. Your mom seems to have a way with words as well...

Trish said...

You could win a book to add to your fall reading list! Please stop by and sign up.

Blessings,
Trish

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