Autumn is a favorite season for many people – it certainly is for me. Many clear and sunny days, a sharpness in the air, beautiful trees, the final bounty from our gardens. Then there is Thanksgiving, my favorite holiday. Autumn gradually takes us into winter. The frosts kill growing things and the grass, trees and bushes become brown and dead. Finally, we may be “blessed” by the first snow. In a land where we celebrate the four seasons, that is a necessary part of life’s cycle.
Autumn Movement by Carl Sandburg
I CRIED over beautiful things knowing no beautiful thing lasts.
The field of cornflower yellow is a scarf at the neck of the copper sunburned woman, the mother of the year, the taker of seeds.
The northwest wind comes and the yellow is torn full of holes, new beautiful things come in the first spit of snow on the northwest wind, and the old things go, not one lasts.
The garden is dying, all weedy and brown
Dotted with pumpkins and squash on the ground.
The birds on the wind are honking goodbye;
I watch them in silence and heave a big sigh,
To mourn for the passing of summer’s last cry.
God gave us this beauty, for soon we will know
The grimness of winter and new fallen snow.
Since it is a inevitable part of living in the north country, we might as well celebrate it!
Autumn Song – Poem by Katherine Mansfield
Now’s the time when children’s noses
All become as red as roses
And the colour of their faces
Makes me think of orchard places
Where the juicy apples grow,
And tomatoes in a row.
And to-day the hardened sinner
Never could be late for dinner,
But will jump up to the table
Just as soon as he is able,
Ask for three times hot roast mutton–
Oh! the shocking little glutton.
Come then, find your ball and racket,
Pop into your winter jacket,
With the lovely bear-skin lining.
While the sun is brightly shining,
Let us run and play together
And just love the autumn weather.
And, finally, Thanksgiving, when we get together with family and friends, and cook and eat as much as is humanly possible!