Reading the blogs I follow as I do most Sundays, one of them stopped me this week and made me remember how much I love the Autumn and blogging. Blogging is a wonderful medium/platform for expressing ideas. The featured quote by Stanley Horowitz was particularly well chosen and describes the season beautifully as an entity whilst making a comment on life.
Thank you at Writing, Reading, Living, but mostly Hiding for your lovely images and lovely quote that not only inspired this blog but renewed my love of blogging.
“Winter is an etching, spring a watercolour, summer an oil painting, and autumn a mosaic of them all.”
Stanley Horowitz
Once upon a time, I wrote a poem about Autumn, but I never thought to call the season a mosaic and yet what better description is there? Digging it out of retirement to say hello made me realise I had written so much more than a comment on a season or colours. Subsequently, I realised that it was what Autumn represented that fascinated me and not just because the thought of escaping the humidity and constant heat of Tropical Queensland where I have lived for the last ten years is very appealing. I miss Winter as well, but Autumn is special.
Many times, I have considered an end to blogging. I love it but like many things it takes up time. However, at times like this I am glad I have not stopped for it gives me a platform to reflect and comment on those reflections. Autumn is reflection, is a time to consider life around us from the point of a green leaf turning to brown. Bright to dull? No. Just two very different looks. It is no less than it was and no more just as age is, or rather the aging process. It is simply different and should be viewed that way. As a result of this reflection, I created this post. At the time, I wrote the poem I believed it to be a homage to Nature. Now, I see it more as veering on a homage to life and the differences as we age. Those differences are not less than and no more. They just are and if we accept that as such the slide to winter is not that frightening.
Seasons in Turmoil (from Emotions in Eruption)
To Autumn for showing me more than falling leaves
What happened to Spring?
When did the Summer go?
What was I doing,
to miss the arrival?
How didn’t I know?
Autumn,
the best of all.
Autumn,
varied, full of sweet reflections,
and bitter moments and yet
Autumn,
the best of all, magic because
aging, when the process is styled,
has dignity, and the slide from
gold to brown is
a caressing, warming chill
heralding acceptance and
becoming a mentor to all
the things to come, and
the mentor becomes a
friend to all the things left behind.
Every day Autumn reaches out
to the brightest stars and their soft,
shining, sprinkled delicate dust adds
a hopeful flavour to the menu the
Universe is still serving.
I am not impatient for the Winter.
I wait, knowing I will find
the comfort of blankets.
Why not?
I bought them a long time ago.
Ciao,
Until next time,
Barb
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What a beautiful poem! It’s really nice sharing the love for autumn with others and expressing it in such a beautiful way. And thank you for mentioning my blog. I feel flattered! Haha.
I love reading your blog.
Thank you! I’m glad that you enjoy it. Seems that I’m doing something well 😂
This is beautiful!