Autumn's contradictions

Welcome to the first “official” day of autumn.   This is the date the calendar dictates as the beginning of the fall season, although as every writer knows autumn begins when the stirrings of nature and its changes cause us to write things down.  For some, it creates a condition of melancholy; for others a condition of exuberance.  

Regardless, it provides yet another catalyst for inspiration.  Always a good thing.  

Nobel Prize winner Albert Camus, more often know for his melancholy than his exuberance, was so moved by an autumn walk through the woods that he wrote “Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.” 

From the other viewpoint comes this poem by Judith Viorst.   

Summer’s End
One by one the petals drop
There's nothing that can make them stop.
You cannot beg a rose to stay.
Why does it have to be that way?

The butterflies I used to chase
Have gone off to some other place.
I don't know where. I only know
I wish they didn't have to go.

And all the shiny afternoons
So full of birds and big balloons
And ice cream melting in the sun Are done.
I do not want them done.

Images abound from the season ahead; truly a writer’s cornucopia.  So, happy autumn and happy writing.

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