The splendor of Fall is upon us in all of its brilliant and muted glory. We imagine that Fall is as vibrant as the color of the changing season, and yet it feels softer, like velvet. Look up through the tree’s branches at the falling sunlight and you’ll notice that it has a delicacy that isn’t there during the birth of life in Spring, the blazing heat of Summer, or the dull translucence of Winter. Fall isn’t prepared to let us go into slumber, but it sets to put us into that relaxed state just before we enter the world of dreams. Enjoy the fleeting moments of Fall, because all too soon it’s over.
Here’s a beautiful passage by Thomas Hood, Ode-Autumn:
I saw old Autumn in the misty morn
Stand shadowless like silence, listening
To silence, for no lonely bird would sing
Into his hollow ear from woods forlorn,
Nor lowly hedge nor solitary thorn;–
Shaking his languid locks all dewy bright
With tangled gossamer that fell by night,
Pearling his coronet of golden corn.
