Autumnal Verse

Autumn in poetry is often associated with melancholy. The possibilities of summer are gone, and the chill of winter is on the horizon. Skies turn grey, and people turn inward, both physically and mentally.

Nothing Gold Can Stay
Nature’s first green is gold
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

— Robert Frost

See also To Autumn, by Keats; The Wild Swans at Coole, by Yeats; and, for pure ennui at its bleakest and best, Song of Autumn by Baudelaire.

However, I think my favorite fall verse, at this point in my life, is the following by Emily Dickinson. She hints at the lush abundance of the season; it is there if you look for it. Not so hard to find, really! For everything a season. In everything, a blessing.

Nature XXVII, Autumn
The morns are meeker than they were,
The nuts are getting brown;
The berry’s cheek is plumper,
The rose is out of town.

The maple wears a gayer scarf,
The field a scarlet gown.
Lest I should be old-fashioned,
I’ll put a trinket on.

— Emily Dickinson

Ed Ruscha – Fall All Leaves All Fall

Ed Ruscha – Fall All Leaves All Fall

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