“Autumn is the Mellow Time.” William Allingham
“Delicious Autumn, my very soul is wedded to it…” George Elliot
The last several mornings on my back porch have been filled with Goldilocks perfection, just warm enough, just cool enough, just right…bringing peace. My heart breathes a sigh of contentment, the intensity of summer in North Carolina is mellowing at last. Fall is my favorite season and comes late here on the coast, slowly evolving, and lingers into December. I love this gentle unfolding of its graces.
Elizabeth Bowen said it, “Autumn arrives in the early morning..” When after days of drenching rain it crept on into our yard early last Friday morning on cool fingers of fog, only poetry could describe its Siren Song:
Morning mist wanders in the limbs of the long leaf pine,
Drifting in wisps, blurring the edges of our garden
Into watercolors of soft green and gray, burnt sienna and sable,
Lightened by mere fingerprints of lingering mums,
Touches of rust and buttercream.
In circles of sound, crickets play perimeter harmonies,
Cardinals and warblers welcome the yet unseen sun, and
Overhead geese cry, Come, Come, Come, Come,
I will, I will, I will…..Come, Come, Come,
I will, You know I will.
Autumn lulls us with whirring cicadas,
Suffuses our senses with sunrises of scarlet, rose, amber, and yellowed gold,
Washes us luxuriant in lush leaf colors,
Palettes of crimson and cinnabar, jacinth and jessamine.
Come, come, come…I will, I will.
Sing to me autumn, sing your song of life fulfilled,
Enfold me in your slanted, soft, saffron, light,
Ripen me to completion, ready for harvest
As I finish the last niggling leaf in life’s story,
Come, come to me, Sing your song…I will,
No, I don’t write poetry often any more. But flights of geese arrow over head this morning, pointing me to answers, calling.
Can you see them? Can you hear them? Will you answer?