Siren Song – The Call of Autumn


yellow-leaves“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. rusty-leaf 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:

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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.

 

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In circles of sound, crickets play perimeter harmonies,

Cardinals and warblers welcome the yet unseen sun, and

geese-in-mountains-copyOverhead geese cry, Come, Come, Come, Come,

I will, I will, I will…..Come, Come, Come,

I will, You know I will.

 

 

autumn-mist-in-treesAutumn 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.

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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,

I will.

 

No, I don’t write poetry often any more. canada-geese-against-sunsetBut flights of geese arrow over head this morning, pointing me to answers, calling.

Can you see them?    Can you hear them?   Will you answer?

…I will.

 

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About joanneeddy

Writer living in North Carolina. Originally from upstate New York. I love my family, my community, and my friends, and embrace 'living deliberately' in the world, trying to make a difference. I have written an as yet unpublished book, The Call, an epic fantasy with historical fiction and folklore elements. My blog is for other writers, for those who love a good read, and for all who, like me, are looking to find and live their call.
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15 Responses to Siren Song – The Call of Autumn

  1. Poetry to begin my Wednesday morning. It is just the remedy needed. We have not seen a change of color yet here in RI, to tell the truth, it’s been a bit grey. But you’ve brightened up my day. Thanks, my friend

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    • joanneeddy says:

      I started Friday, finished it Monday, but kept it for the post debates for some peace. Actually, fall is just barely starting here. Some scarlet and yellow only on the small crepe myrtle leaves, some slight yellowing on our wild cherry. But Fall is always vivid in my memory, and always seems to start with geese for me.

      In Syracuse fall comes fast, intense colors lasting just past Halloween into early November. Here it is a long slow stately progression, a maiden who strolls my garden touching ever so lightly a leaf here and there. So I have learned to embrace its gentleness, the slightest change a gift. We still have color till almost Christmas. I love having beautiful colors for Thanksgiving. Wishing you a joy filled day. 🎃🎃🎃

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  2. What a beautifully written post with gorgeous photography. You are so lucky to keep such fine weather for so long. Sadly, we have wind and rain here!

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    • joanneeddy says:

      Thank you so much, Brigid. When we lived in Syracuse, fall often was filled with grey days, and then a perfect day of sunshine would dawn and fill me with joy. I don’t miss the clouds, but sometimes I think those who have known mostly sunny days can take them for granted. So, though I now live in North Carolina, I carry my awareness of those gray days into my joy of our fall weather, a kind of internal perspective. Hopefully, the sun will break through for you soon!

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  3. Clive says:

    A beautiful post, Jo, and lovely photos to illustrate it. And it’s great to see an American giving my favourite season its proper name 😉

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  4. tedmanzer says:

    You captured it. Fall is invigorating and majestic. Wait until we get into October, my favorite month.

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  5. Bernadette says:

    I can see, smell and hear all the beauties from your porch because of you exquisite words.

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  6. Exquisite images that portray autumn in all it’s wondrous glory, Jo.

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