Since tomorrow is the beginning of autumn, I would like to change things up a bit by sharing a poem about the changing seasons. Because isn’t change what fall is all about? Changing leaves, changing weather, changing from sandals to boots and tank tops to big fluffy sweaters. What lovely change. This autumn will actually present more change than usual for me, since I got the job I mentioned a few posts ago and will be moving an hour or so east of what has always been home. This sort of change is a lot more nerve-wracking and less gradual than the autumnal changes I’m used to!
Emily Brontë, today’s featured poet, embraces and longs for the change that occurs from summer all the way into winter, even yearning for those short dreary days of December. I love the simplistic imagery of this poem and hope you enjoy it too!
Fall, leaves, fall
By Emily Brontë
I hope this to be the first of many poems shared on my blog. Though I’m terrible at writing poetry, I still love to read it!
*photo credit to my sister Molly! She loves autumn.
Brontë, Emily. 2008. “Fall, leaves, fall.” In The Four Seasons: Poems, edited by J.D. McClatchley, 126. New York: Random House.