~ Mrs. Miniver by Jan Struther
Here as summer fades again, melting readily into the autumn radiance, we feel a brilliance hardly to be expressed, and yet, yearning for description. A surge and poignancy of light and sunshine and clear cerulean sky; a swirl of summer magic that catches the attention and dances in the imagination like so many fairies. Somehow this waning glory is able to burn the beauty of summer onto my mind better than all the blazing heat of the sun.
'In the village store someone
says, "I heard the geese go over," and
there is a moment of silence.
Why this is so moving, I do not know.
But all of us feel it.'
~ Gladys Taber
Birds and butterflies are gathering, readying themselves for long migration; fluttering little flocks stop on nearby gardens and slopes, and we are cheered by their preparatory chatter. Stately trees shake blushing foliage, letting fall the loosened and dried. All manner of animals are out a-gathering; and we too busy ourselves with drying, canning, storing.
Also I am gathering up my thoughts, feelings, and aspirations. Not in a tidy New-Year-resolution way (although Mrs. Miniver does call Autumn the beginning of her year); no, it's more of a settling of routine and priorities, a rousing of the poetic joy I find in all the various beauties in life... and the autumnal restlessness of spirit. "When autumn came, he knew that part at least of his heart would think more kindly of journeying, as it always did at that season." ~ The Fellowship of the Ring by J.R.R. Tolkien
This last makes me want to wander into forests alone, ankle deep in leaves and imagination, watch birds in the sky, and experience life as an adventure.
Autumn makes me quote poetry, extensively... "Seasons of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun." Our friend Jodi happily posted the whole of Keat's masterpiece here.
"Oh suns and skies and clouds of June, and flowers of June together
Ye cannot rival for one hour October's bright blue weather!" Happily quoted in unison with Katie (very happy news at her blog!) who also posted this favorite autumn poem of ours. (Etc.)
And now for the latest. Not entirely an autumnal poem, but inspired by and written during.
"Scan the ancient sky and understand where I belong"
Laughing with the summer light
And dancing with the trees
Running on the fallen logs
And leaping in the breeze
Rolling through the drying brush
And chasing grassy scents
Waking up before the dawn
In rain-invaded tents
Taking in the shifting clouds
And relishing the rain
Strain to hear the five-mile-distant
Whistle of the train
Scaling trees and hiding in them
Feel their ridgy bark
Resting back in curves of leafy bough,
Until it's dark
Wood duck calls and water ripples
Willows dip their fronds
Laying still among the rushes
Spying on the ponds
Climbing higher, branch to branch
My favorite place to be
Leaves stained firey, bright and brittle