Today’s poem talks about the beginning of autumn. It’s two days away, and I’ve already noticed some of the leaves changing colors.
Many of us may feel depressed thinking that summer has finished and winter is right around the corner. In doing so, many of us spend the beautiful autumn months sitting around during our spare time and dreading winter (like it’s a huge truck that is about to collide with us).
TV shows begin around this time of the year and we use them as a distraction.
But shouldn’t we be enjoying and experiencing this beautiful transitional season. All we have to do is put on a sweater and we can experience things such as:
-Go for walks or jogs in our local parks (and take pics)
-We can still barbeque with family and friends
-Volunteer at downtown shelters
-Check out interesting and fun festivals
-Watch entertaining live theatre shows
-Taste new beers during Oktoberfest
-Go to the museum or art gallery (since summer was too nice for that)
and the list goes on
My point is: Let’s not waste our autumn months doing nothing. Let’s continue to live and experience things, and have fun by interacting with others during these cooler months.
We can all create wonderful memories during this time of the year as well. Memories and good times are not restricted to the summer months. So let’s not depress, but go out there and live.
When Autumn Begins
A summer to winter transition,
creatures prepare,
for limited nutrition.
Night sneaks up,
suddenly and early,
with its chilly friend,
North Wind the Burly.
Harvest memories
of those midsummer days,
Sand between toes,
while playing with waves.
Autumns melancholy,
we must avoid,
When winter arrives,
we’ll speak of
falling leaves
we’ve enjoyed.
Let’s savor,
the lush abundance
from summers loot,
Engrained in our minds,
lies the richest fruit.
Pondering past months,
to be repeated,
Dormancy now,
and autumns beautybe cheated.
Experience the Festival
of the golden intoxicating water,
Play with leaves, and drink
hot chocolate afterwards
with your laughing daughter.
Autumns riches,
we must NOW savour,
Unique season,
unique flavour.
by Martin Dejnicki
