September 1 is much too early to be admiring fall colours.
“September was a thirty-days long goodbye to summer, to the season that left everybody both happy and weary of the warm, humid weather and the exhausting but thrilling adventures. It didn’t feel like fresh air either, it made me suffocate. It was like the days would be dragging some kind of sickness, one that we knew wouldn’t last, but made us uncomfortable anyway. The atmosphere felt dusty and stifling.”
― https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/tag/september ]
“Autumn is the hardest season. The leaves are all falling, and they’re falling like
they’re falling in love with the ground.”
~ Andrea Gibson
“Autumn carries more gold in its pocket than all the other seasons.” ~ Jim Bishop
You are on the right path ~ not a horizon exactly but more of a direction for the New Year.
“The mysterious stone figures known as inuksuit can be found throughout the circumpolar world. Inukshuk, the singular of inuksuit, means “in the likeness of a human” in the Inuit language. They are monuments made of unworked stones that are used by the Inuit for communication and survival. The traditional meaning of the inukshuk is “Someone was here” or “You are on the right path.” [http://www.inukshukgallery.com/inukshuk.html]
A relaxing day watching geese paddle around the lagoon.
-flies in large V-shaped flocks when migrating
-can travel more than 1 000 km in one day
-nests in the same area where its parents nested and often uses the same nest every year
-mates for life, but if one member of the pair dies, the other will take another mate.”
(Hinterland Who’s Who )
What is most magical is that these objects are not buried beneath 3 feet of snow.
It’s mid-November in Canada!
Nostalgia for summers lost
August on the wane
fall nibbles at its warmth
on the radio a haunting melody
of shipwrecks and disasters
behind me hazy outlines
lazy days of beer and sunshine
faded photos, faces meld as one
on the outskirts of the city
geometry of campus skyline
impersonal space, hard edges, logic
wipe my mind clean
“You can’t hide your true colours as you reach the autumn of your life.” True.
“At no other time (than autumn) does the earth let itself be inhaled in one smell, the ripe earth; in a smell that is in no way inferior to the smell of the sea, bitter where it borders on taste, and more honeysweet where you feel it touching the first sounds. Containing depth within itself, darkness, something of the grave almost.” ~ Rainer Maria Rilke