“Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all”
Forget the Gregorian calendar. For as long as I can remember it’s the first of September that heralds the new year on my calendar. The fall harvest ripening into hearty soups and long-simmering stews, festivals for writing and films with premiers of new novels and movies, dahlias in russet and gold, magazines thick with fashions for the fall season, the ideal time to travel to so many places, sweaters…
September—the exhilaration of the new school year, as a kid and when I was teaching.
Remember the Bliss Carmen poem we memorized in school?
There is something in the Autumn that is native to my blood
Touch of manner, hint of mood
And my heart is like a rhyme
With the yellow and the purple and the crimson keeping time.
…hours given over to basking in the glow of an imagined Future
Sighs into fall: …
The light can breathe with
No Spring nor Summer Beauty hath such grace
As I have seen in one Autumnal face
Autumn harvest dressed in crimson
Plumping the cob, kernels of sweetness
Autumn quietly deepens—a bridge to mellow thoughts
To soak in the noon sun, and fly
Let the eye enlarge
with all it beholds
September, the new year of travel in our golden jubilado years while “backing into a sunset”
Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower
Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall
Happy New Year!
Update: Langer, Emily. “Linda Pastan, poet of concentrated beauty, dies at 90.” Washington Post, February 1, 2023.
Bloch, Chana: “hours given over to basking in the glow of an imagined Future”
Camus, Albert. “Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower”
Donne, John. “No Spring nor Summer Beauty hath such grace/As I have seen in one Autumnal face”
Fitzgerald, F. Scott. “Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall”
Horowitz, Stanley. “Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all”
Orr, David.“Summer/Sighs into fall: …/The light can breathe with/Pleasure…” and “To soak in the noon sun, and fly/Carefree”
Pastan, Linda. “Let the eye enlarge/with all it beholds”
Rice, Bruce.“…backing into a sunset”