There is something about the season of fall that lends itself to writing. I can think of many reasons why this is, but, for me, it is the quiet.
Summer with her symphony of fireworks and lawn mowers has ended, and now we are left with the gentle whispers of crickets as they pass from this place to another. We are now left in the stillness of a season that comes between the summer’s obligatory happiness and the winter holidays’ forced merriment.
Autumn seems to grant the writer permission to feel deeply and express the broad range of emotions that we sometimes subconsciously suppress. It allows us to be present amidst the great beauty of amber and gold leaves as they fall to the ground, to sense the nervous excitement of the animals as they rush to gather the food required for survival during the long winter and to feel the sadness that comes from the loss of life that once thrived in the warmth and light of summer.
I hope that this fall yields you a bountiful harvest of writing-poems, stories, songs, posts, articles. For me, throughout this month of November I will be posting new and older pieces inspired by the season.