Autumn is for quiet days
With headphones in, acoustic afternoons
With a note for each leaf that flutters from the trees,
For sweaters that comfort from the chilled winds,
For slow sips of warm tea
With hints of orange and nutmeg.
Autumn is for long poems
With mesmerizing images and shimmering words,
For dusty sunbeams
That flicker between golden trees,
For the contrast of gray mornings
And bright leaves.
Autumn is for laughing friends
Huddled around a sparking campfire,
For frozen mountain nights
With stars in the crystal sky,
For unison song that echoes off valley walls.
Autumn is for weathered books
With leathery covers and wrinkled pages,
For stories bigger than life,
And for memories that will sparkle with autumn colors
Long into cold, bleak winter months.
A rather un-original poem I wrote after a day trip to a farm a week ago. A rather stereotypical autumn activity- but I can’t deny the simple pleasure that comes from it. I don’t think I could ever get enough of the colors, the cooler air, or the crunch of fallen leaves under my feet. So yes, it may be cliche to like autumn so much- but I don’t really care. Rather than mocking the cultural obsession with this time of year, why not join in and enjoy it?
I’m tempted, however, to just ignore the autumn beauty and jump right into ski season- Arapahoe Basin opened last week! It’s so tempting to know I could go up and hit the slopes any time now, regardless of snow conditions. I’m so ready to get in a full season this year after my season last year was cut disappointingly short.
In other news, the past few weeks have been busy and stressful, but things seem to be returning to normal and my insane October schedule appears to even out coming into November. Thank goodness. School is as busy as ever but other things have calmed down a bit, which means I have time for things like skiing and afternoon excursions to farms. It’s a nice change of pace.