posted on Sep, 30 2023 @ 09:04 PM
Autumn snuck in seamlessly, threw off her coat of leaves and earthy boots, dragging the chill in from outside. She laughed broadly, flounced over to
the fire and dropped into the green velvet chair to the right of the hearth. I had barely had time to register her arrival when she declared, “You
know, while everyone is laughing and fawning over Summer, I’m busily planning the loveliest and most extravagant fete to see her off on her
southerly travels.
I ensure the full granaries and sparingly dip into the coffers and gather the fruits of her nurturing watch. I set the feast by the light of the
orange moon and send chilly winds to refresh the men tired from reaping. I drop the sun earlier so he may rest, and send more sombering thoughts his
way to temper frivolity. Too much frivolity is bad for the soul, you know. You must treat it just so.
All this takes tremendous effort and planning, and by the time my reign comes along I’ve barely the energy left to tend to it. Often hoary old
Winter crashes in early, stripping my finery and cutting my time in the sun short. And though many enjoy me, few meet me with pleasure.
Even so, I know I’m the richest of all. There’s layers and layers to me, my carpet of downed leaves and needles forms the most fragrant and
luxurious of paths, and the sun always gilds me and all in gold. I wouldn’t trade my role for anything.”
I couldn’t reply right away. Hadn’t I always been guilty of the pang of regret when Summer left? The first frost which stole my gardens always
came with the sharpest pang.
I’d given Winter his grudging respect, and of course been intoxicated by Spring’s perfume, but had I given Autumn her due? I thought of the
multitude of golden sunset treks through the wood, the windy October nights, leaves crunching underfoot, the fires and ciders and spooks and frights,
and decided I had.
“Dear Autumn, you must have crashed here full knowing you’d be greeted by friends. As they say, ‘Be not forgetful to entertain strangers: for
thereby some have entertained angels unawares.’ May I offer you some wine?”
And this is how I made a seasonal visitor of the most exquisite kind.