Happy Official First Day of Autumn. You know how I feel about this season.
Below is Mary Hamrick’s poem about the season. Evocative.
by Mary Hamrick
Autumn is like an old book:
Marred spines turn mean yellow,
staples rust red-orange.
Every stained page is stressed
by a splat of color. Rough-red,
like an old tavern,
we become hungry birds
and prepare for fall.
Shape and shadow are candied citron
as lanterns turn bitter yellow. Autumn
is a red fox, a goblet filled with dark wine, a hot chilli pepper with smoky eyes.
Pressed leaves take in the colors
of seafood paella and saffron; these leavesare like death, climaxing with a smile.
Autumn: Her dress is a net of mussels;
dark shelled, it covers up
summer’s weatherbeaten body.
So pull out your boots
and stand on an aged, wood floor
like an evergreen.