“Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.” -Albert Camus
This will be my 9th season to experience autumn in Canada. What lessons have I gathered so far? Two things: First, to accept that impermanence is part of our life. I am reminded of this daily as leaves change colour, fade and die.
Second, follow the leaves- fall. Let go of your fears and fall into what you love to do. Fall in love all over again. Fall passionately into your craft of writing. Fall into the ground and marvel the sky. Fall into an adventure. Three years ago, I started picking up the pen again, and exploring the magic of words. Autumn took a new dimension for me: edge, paper, boundaries, limits – shake them away & fall.
Let’s start our poetic journey. Do you have a favorite autumn poem? You can share the links or title/author in the comment section. Here’s one of mine:
Today I think
Only with scents, – scents dead leaves yield,
And bracken, and wild carrot’s seed,
And the square mustard field;
Odours that rise
When the spade wounds the root of tree,
Rose, currant, raspberry, or goutweed,
Rhubarb or celery;
The smoke’s smell, too,
Flowing from where a bonfire burns
The dead, the waste, the dangerous,
And all to sweetness turns.
It is enough
To smell, to crumble the dark earth,
While the robin sings over again
Sad songs of Autumn mirth.
Welcome to OpenLinkNight everyone. This is Grace hosting another week of poetry reading. If you are new here, let me tell you how it works: