Waiting for Autumn

autumnAs I wait with anticipation for my favorite season (in a state where I’ve heard there are no changing colors), I seek solace in some of my favorite poets. I do believe that Ms. Dickinson loved autumn as much as I do. Although, you might have to look close to find her appreciation for the season. I find this poem to be more than just words about the changing of the seasons, but rather how each season affects and influences us. I am very much affected by the turning of each season.

Besides the Autumn poets sing by Emily Dickinson
Besides the Autumn poets sing
A few prosaic days
A little this side of the snow
And that side of the Haze —
A few incisive Mornings —
A few Ascetic Eves —
Gone —
Mr. Bryant’s “Golden Rod” —
And Mr. Thomson’s “sheaves.”
Still, is the bustle in the Brook —
Sealed are the spicy valves —
Mesmeric fingers softly touch
The Eyes of many Elves —
Perhaps a squirrel may remain —
My sentiments to share —
Grant me, Oh Lord, a sunny mind —
Thy windy will to bear!

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