Comments on: Preparing for Autumn

By: As we move into the season of shorter days and longer nights…. « Closely Observed

Tue, 25 Sep 2007 00:04:55 +0000

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By: September Collection - Autumn | Anchors and Masts

September Collection - Autumn | Anchors and Masts — Sun, 23 Sep 2007 09:53:45 +0000

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By: Abbey Updates | Abbey of the Arts

Abbey Updates | Abbey of the Arts — Thu, 20 Sep 2007 16:49:23 +0000

[...] sure you check the latest additions of reader poems and reflections on Preparing for Autumn here and Rumpled Sheets here (scroll down to the bottoms of these [...]

By: Kievas Fargo

Kievas Fargo — Thu, 20 Sep 2007 16:40:33 +0000

I enjoy fall as much as spring (actually, winter’s not that bad either). I don’t know if I do anything different to prepare, except trying to catch up with yardwork.

By: Sue

Sue — Wed, 19 Sep 2007 16:50:13 +0000

I’m preparing for Spring here in Australia! And oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Can I just jump up and down and fling myself around and tell you how excited I am about that?

Well, I would if I had the energy. I have come off the Winter from hell. Have been sick for two months straight with a bacterial infection that’s almost seen me expel my lungs out through my mouth. I suffer from seasonal affective disorder due to the loss of light. So I’ve been depressed on top of it.

I’m preparing for Spring by feeling myself unfurl. I don’t need to prepare or do anything – just lovin’ the extra light, lovin’ the fact that I am finally getting better and I have extra energy to get back into doing some writing again! Lovely!!

(But yes, autumn is a beautiful time of year. I imagine after another crazy Australian summer I will be loving it too … although the branches of Winter cast a bit too long a shadow, for mine. *Note to self: go to Darwin for winter next year)

By: Leah

Leah — Wed, 19 Sep 2007 16:34:38 +0000

Trying again–not sure my first time took:

http://thisfarbyfaith.blogspot.com/2007/09/autumn-prep.html

By: Leah

Leah — Wed, 19 Sep 2007 16:32:26 +0000

Here’s mine–thanks again, Christine!

http://thisfarbyfaith.blogspot.com/2007/09/autumn-prep.html

By: sally

sally — Wed, 19 Sep 2007 15:47:19 +0000

autumn is an exciting season for me, there is a crispness in the air- a time of great change on the horizon, the earth is preparing to rest… fruits are collected and stored….but the real promise lies in what comes after the rest- for life will and does go on!

Btw- thank you for the book- it arrived saftley and is wonderful!

By: Timothy Moody

Timothy Moody — Tue, 18 Sep 2007 20:10:53 +0000

Autumn always brings to mind for me Robert Frost’s great poem:

Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leafs a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

I’m always hearing autumn asking me to change colors, to do more releasing, to fly out into the mystery, to absorb, to transform if only for a season.

By: Shaula

Shaula — Tue, 18 Sep 2007 18:23:45 +0000

I’m with Betty and Lucy; it’s hard to say good-bye to summer. In answer to preparing for autumn, I wrote a poem called “Death of Summer.” I think I have to let go of summer in order to embrace the new season. As always, I truly am blessed by your blog.

Death of Summer

summer’s last breaths escape as the days get shorter
bronzed shoulders grow cold with only a faint memory of fiery kisses
sun-drenched days dripping with freedom and laziness evanesce
she no longer flaunts her beauty
the leaves and flowers know that they too will soon vanish like summer

we all attend the funeral but in our denial we name it a picnic
nobody notices the casket in the corner
her demise is imminent yet we celebrate
where are the mourners?
the grief-stricken leaves fall from the trees, forlorn as summer slides away