I wish our Octobers were like this!!! I live in England, so we just get wet autumns, with the occasional sleet or hail, never snow and never, ever sunny!!!
This time of year in Indiana is certainly a glorious season for us to experience many of the unique gifts nature has given us. As a friend of mine said, what could make a person more joyful than to walk outside on a bright sunny day and feel the crisp morning air on your face, to experience the unmistakable smell of a cozy fire burning in a chimney nearby or to witness the sights and sounds of children giggling as they jump into piles of incredibly bright red, yellow, brown and green leaves?
This poem fully reflects the sights around me, here in my little Montana mountain town. This morning we awoke to snow on the surrounding peaks...and the accompanying crisp, cold air only aids the leaves still on the trees in turning even yet more brilliant in colour. October is the most beautiful month, in my opinion, and poems about it are my favourite.
Autumn, Welcome! Your name certainly is an ode to this time of year. Thanks for giving us a glimpse of nature's glory up in MT.
I thought this was a wonderful poem. It's so visual--with the leaves dropping. Somehow, this poem helps you get away from all the stress around you. As I get older, I love autumn more and more. In music terms, it's a slow and easy "adagio" versus a crisp "allegro" --though I'm sure some feel the opposite!
Beautiful poem. Of course, in LA - we just want to get past the Santa Ana Wind/ Wildfire season. This makes me long for Autumn in New England!