08/09/2022
There are times in every season (or seasons of every year) that are applicable to the occupation of celebrancy, and out of all of them it is probably Autumn that brings up the most memories – whether it is because of a certain moment or remembering that includes a passed loved one, or just because autumn is itself natures representation of death into rebirth.
If you have taken the time out of your day to read this then I thank you; perhaps, if you have lost someone close to you, you may take a further few minutes for reflection, If you have not, but know of somebody who has, then maybe do the same.
I include here a favourite poem of mine that exemplifies the cycle of both the season and life itself, that being Nothing Gold Can Stay by Robert Frost.
“Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay."
The poem, to me at least, is oddly comforting. We are here only an hour or so as time goes, we do begin as the green leaf before going to the flower and then back to a leaf once more, and I think this allows us not only to connect with the nature around us, with those that have come and gone before us, but also with others as we go about our daily lives.
So, what do you think of Mr Frosts poem? Do you have any autumn poem favourites of your own that bring comfort in dark or darkening days?
I thank you again for reading, and may you have a wonderful day.
