Woodburn: Bookend poems on Autumn’s arrival
Poems about autumn, which arrived almost unexpectedly yesterday and as silently as if sneaking in on tiptoes for summer still seems in the air, surely outnumber all the leaves of reds and golds and flaming oranges in a forest of maple trees.
Not unexpectedly, one of the best of these poems was written by Emily Dickinson, a short offering published in 1896 and titled “Nature Poem, 28: Autumn.” It reads, in full:
“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.”
The nuts here on the Golden Coast may not be getting brown, but our mornings certainly are noticeably meeker than before. Too, our evenings now grow darker, earlier. Indeed, it is as if the setting sun is in a race to call it a day a little sooner each evening. Soon, a walk on the beach may require a gayer scarf.
Greeting autumn with a hello embrace means in turn bidding a melancholy adieu to summer. Indeed, I love summer and will miss her dearly. In the heart of my youth, summer was without question my favorite of the four seasons for two reasons: warm weather and no school.
I have since learned that choosing a favorite season is a fool’s errand. It is like asking me to choose between Steinbeck, Hemingway, Twain and Shakespeare. Impossible.
Spring, for starters, is blooming flowers and flying kites and, as Tennyson poetically observed, when young men’s fancies turn to thoughts of love – so what’s not to love about this fair season?
Summer is beach outings and pool parties, fireflies and fireworks, ice cream and vacations — again, what’s not to adore fully?
Winter, meanwhile, is cozy fires and family gatherings, mistletoe and “Auld Lang Syne” and the New Year’s promise of approaching spring — how can you not love all that?
Thus, my favorite season is whichever one is currently visiting. And right now that is autumn. Many call it “fall”, but I think “autumn” is lovelier. By either name, its arrival brings with it…
…a crispness in the air that is invigorating.
…coffee shops and market shelves offering Pumpkin Spice This, Pumpkin Spice That, Pumpkin Spice Everything!
…corn mazes and hayrides and pumpkin patches and school children spending half an hour to select The Perfect Pumpkin for a jack-o-lantern with all the care of a bride choosing her wedding dress.
…carving jack-o-lanterns, going trick-or-treating, and having an excuse as a grown-up to dress up like a superhero.
…comfort foods such as homemade soups, chili and cornbread, marshmallows toasted over a fire, pumpkin pie/bread/pudding/cookies/coffee.
…football and Thanksgiving.
…fall foliage showing its true colors, not as grandly in Southern California as on the East Coast and Midwest, yet in a way our limited-edition outbursts of Monet-worthy leaves-scapes make them all the more precious and beautiful.
Speaking of leaves, fall’s arrival brings to mind another of my favorite poems, a bookend to Dickinson’s “Autumn.” Titled “Fantastic Fall” it was written by my daughter, Dallas, then in the fourth grade:
“Fall is a great season, here is my reason:
“The leaves on trees turn golden brown,
“Then the leaves fall DOWN, Down, down…
“You rake them into a giant hump,
“Next comes the good part — jump, Jump, JUMP!
“Leaves sail through the crisp autumn air,
“And fall down, Down, DOWN everywhere!”
Yes, right now I love autumn best. Until winter rings my doorbell.
Woody Woodburn writes a weekly column for The Star and can be contacted at WoodyWriter@gmail.com. His books are available at www.WoodyWoodburn.com.
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