The Fall colors in Arkansas are among the best anywhere (in my view). With the surrounding hills showing off their brilliant orange and yellow, stunning reds and deep burgundy, the landscape is a pallet of warmth and coziness. In fact, Fall Foliage Vacations are recommended about this time every year. The courtroom where I spent the better part of the last two days has windows that look out on Mount Sequoyah, one of the purported seven hills in our town. Over the last week and a half, temperatures here have been showing fewer extremes, ranging between seventies in the daylight hours and fifties during the nights. We’ve even had a few nights already where the temps have dipped to the forties … which usually makes the Friday Night high school football fans happy.
Even though Autumn was officially welcomed on September 22 (at precisely 10:29 p.m., EDT, I’m told), it is when the first day of October arrives that my mind makes its mental shift to a new season.First, I begin to inhale more deeply, expecting to note not just a chill in the air but also the aroma of pumpkin pies and apple cobblers. Even the dog enjoys sitting out on the front lawn with his head up, evaluating the varied sounds and smells that waft in on the breeze. It’s a pleasant opportunity for reflection.
Second, I begin to experience a surge in poetic energy as the multiple shades of summer green begin to give way to fiery reds and oranges of fall. My brain finds this gradual modulation of beauty utterly intoxicating!
Even so, through the years I’ve written very few poems related to the seasons, though I do enjoy reading the seasonal poems written by others. Continue reading “Autumn Meditation”