Do I seem to have autumn on my mind these days?
Oh, I do, I DO!
Autumn is one of my favorite seasons, of course ... but this year I seem to be looking forward to it more than ever before ... I've had enough of blazing hot weather ... thank you very much ... I'm looking forward to cooler nights ... good sleeping weather ... the fall colors, which I always enjoy ... the sight of leaves sifting gently to the earth ... the sounds and the feel of them as I go kicking through on my daily walk.
I am really ready for autumn. I just hope I haven't worn out the subject for you.
Today's poem happens to be one of my favorites, too. it was written on a bus, of all places. We were humming along northward, somewhere in Ohio.
The highway seemed to be an endless ribbon unspooling toward us ... but there on both sides ... oh, there was something to watch! The autumn trees were at their absolute peak, as though they were expecting us ... expecting "company."
And there we were.
I was struck by how the colors seemed to be parting, then closing behind us ... something like the parting of the Red Sea in those old movies.
Naturally, I dug out a scrap of paper and began writing ... and here's the result:
A sea of color
parting for us
with the soft
hum of miles
back into place,
traces of our
(Originally published in The American Scholar, and now part of a manuscript in search of a publisher)
Afterthoughts ... in response to your comments:
Hang in there, Southernmush ... autumn is coming ... I'm almost sure it's just around the corner. It's actually a bit cooler in Ohio today ... there's the promise of cool sleeping weather ... I can hear those leaves rustling now ... preparing to put on their beautiful autumn colors and come dancing down among us. Just you wait and see.