Fall, Leaves, Fall


     It seems like I finally looked up and around at the world and it is ablaze with color. The richness and beauty of autumn has truly taken hold. Why, it looks like golden rain is falling from the sky, thanks to the beautiful and ancient maple that is rooted just outside my front door.

To truly appreciate autumn and its glory, you need to use all of your senses: Taster the crisp, tart apples, see the brilliant colors of the leaves, hear the sound of them crunching beneath your feet, hear the sound of the twittering flocks of birds as they migrate south, feel the cold air upon your skin.

There is one form of writing that truly can capture each and every one of your senses and that is poetry. Luckily today, October 8th, marks National Poetry Day, and luckily enough, I found this wonderful poem about autumn titled “Fall, Leaves, Fall” by Emily Bronte.

Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;
Lengthen night and shorten day;
Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Fluttering from the autumn tree.

I shall smile when wreaths of snow
Blossom where the rose should grow;
I shall sing when night’s decay
Ushers in a drearier day.

What astounding images this conjures up! What celebration of the season does this poem capture! The beauty of autumn is lovingly appreciated through nature and Emily Bronte pens her love for this season with grace. Do not mourn the end of summer; it will be back. Do not dread the leaves to rake; they carpet the earth like jewels. Do not dread the cold; it brings a blanket of crystals. Revel in the beauty, enjoy the season, love nature, and discover poetry.


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