Thou comest, Autumn, heralded by the rain,
With banners, by great gales incessant fanned,
Brighter than brightest silks of Samarcand,
And stately oxen harnessed to thy wain!
Thou standest, like imperial Charlemagne,
Upon thy bridge of gold; thy royal hand
Outstretched with benedictions o’er the land,
Blessing the farms through all thy vast domain!
Thy shield is the red harvest moon, suspended
So long beneath the heaven’s o’er-hanging eaves;
Thy steps are by the farmer’s prayers attended;
Like flames upon an altar shine the sheaves;
And, following thee, in thy ovation splendid,
Thine almoner, the wind, scatters the golden leaves!
It’s coming! Can you feel it? This weekend I felt the first breath of autumn around the corner, marked by a certain crisp thin quality to the air. Autumn is my favorite time of the year. Golden leaves, blustery kisses from the wind, and the spicy smell of summer passing.
When I was small, my favorite thing was to let the autumn winds so intense in So. Cal blow me away…
Do you have any favorite autumn memories? What triggers them?
More on autumn in a later post!