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.
It is a strange irony that, as the leaves prepare to fall from their branches and crumble to dust, the world seems to come alive. Gone, finally, is the lethargy of long hot days.
We are moved by autumn’s enchantments.
The cool air takes on a particular scent unique to the fall. It is both hearty and sweet, a mix of pine, apples, leaves trampled underfoot and the lingering fragrance of summer flowers.
Our spirits stir with the shift of the season. We are moved by a feeling of excitment and a sense of foreboding. Now is the time when our creativity reemerges from the its long summer slumber when frivolity and amusement seemed to overtake and suppress our artistic urges.
Now is the time to feel comfortably conflicted. We cling onto life in the face of impending death. As we are overwhelmed by the magestic beauty of orange and crimson leaves, we are cognizant of what is yet to come. As winter closes in upon us, we look to the heavens and we are gifted with a shot of the sun’s glorious rays filtering through golden leaves and capturing fall’s ineffable beauty.
And, as we journey onward, we beseech our muses for inspiration so that we may find peace in creating during those long, dark days of winter.