Seasonal Mood.

[akirlu]

I guess the thing about grieving in autumn is that it makes sense, somehow. The slow march of irretrievable change, loss, and death, it's all around. Mourning fits with the season. And yet, with all that final, flaming color, there's the itching drive to make something, save something, pull a piece of the magic out of the air and preserve it in glass jars and flower presses, tuck it between the leaves of mystery novels and down between the rolls of freshly washed wool socks. Save a piece of something that was summer, for times when even the memory of summer is gone. The gleam won't stay on the chestnut, though. And canned fruit are never quite the same as fresh. And spring is a long way off, now.

Comments

[greenshadows.livejournal.com]

What a lovely, lyrical reflection on my own HATRED of this season. :) Of course, I have mundane reasons for it (like catastrophic loss of income, owning a seasonal business) but it's good that I've learned some restraint so I don't throttle the people who call this their favorite time of year. :)

[akirlu.livejournal.com]

Heh. Normally you'd probably have to throttle me. There are lots of things I love about fall, but it's always been a wistful, contemplative love. Well, except for the part about liking to kick through piles of fallen leaves.

It's funny, but this year it seems to me like fall is really the time I ought to get busy in the garden. Bulbs to plant, beds to prep and dig for next year, blackberry to suppress, planning how I want things to lay out, figuring out where I want the hardscape and what kind, and a ton of beating back all the tangled mess from having spent the summer mainly on painting the house...

[mjlayman.livejournal.com]

Beautiful leaves. Ours just turned brown and fell off.

[athenais.livejournal.com]

Your mourning is very poetic and beautiful.

[bibliofile.livejournal.com]

Excellent post.