It’s been a good six years since I spent more than a weekend or handful of days at home during the fall.
And, despite a week or two when walking outside means navigating through sheets of aphids (a la those pictured in the spiderweb below), I love the fall.
I haven’t had the opportunity to witness the classic New England autumn, and as much as I (sometimes) love apples and pumpkins my favorite signs of autumn are sunshine, crisp smoke, leaves the color of flame. And I have enjoyed again watching the changes evolve in a familiar place.
Although enough clouds floated in this afternoon when sunshine would have been at its peak to break the imagery, this poem in my Inbox beautifully complemented the brilliant blue sky this morning.
by Jeffrey Harrison
It’s a gift, this cloudless November morning
warm enough for you to walk without a jacket
along your favorite path. The rhythmic shushing
of your feet through fallen leaves should be
enough to quiet the mind, so it surprises you
when you catch yourself telling off your boss
for a decade of accumulated injustices,
all the things you’ve never said circling inside you.
It’s the rising wind that pulls you out of it,
and you look up to see a cloud of leaves
swirling in sunlight, flickering against the blue
and rising above the treetops, as if the whole day
were sighing, Let it go, let it go,
for this moment at least, let it all go.
Images © Sparsile