FF – I heart Autumn

I’m going to let another New England native do the talking for me about the beauties of Autumn.

“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!” ~ Emily Dickinson

A little backstory on the poem from Shenandoah: The Washington & Lee University Review

“Besides the Autumn poets sing” was written in 1859, during what is considered the first period of Emily Dickinson’s writing. The poet uses a conventional rhyme scheme to bring to life the transitional nature of autumn, a period of time that sits uniquely between “the snow” and “the Haze”. Just as the mornings and evenings become more severe and inhospitable to living things, the plants that were recently in full bloom are “Gone”; Dickinson alludes to William Bryant’s poem “The Death of the Flowers” and James Thompson’s poem “The Seasons” in this second stanza. The flowers, the brook, the elves, all lively aspects of nature still and sleep as the autumn gives way to winter.

While the first three stanzas enumerate the changes to nature that occur during the fall season, the fourth shows Dickinson’s awareness of the effects that seasonal change can have on the human mind and disposition. In the same way that special lamps are installed on college campuses to counteract the effects of Seasonal Affective Disorder, Dickinson recognizes that “a sunny mind” and disposition left over from the summer months is required to bear the “windy will” of God that is encountered during the winter. She also identifies the loneliness and solitary feelings that can occur toward the end of the year when the season has stripped the trees and sent the animals into hibernation. Dickinson hopes for “a squirrel” to remain once autumn has passed into winter, helping her bridge the gap between the different seasons and the effects that they have on both the landscape and her own mind.

Now I’ll let my camera do the talking. These shots were all taken this month.

6 thoughts on “FF – I heart Autumn

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  1. Love the poem and your photos. . I believe this autumn is one of the most beautiful ones I have ever seen since I moved to NH in 1977. Of course I suspect I have probably thought this before. But this year has been really beautiful. And Emily Dickinson? OMG.. my favorite poet ever. My wife and I (we meet in a poetry writing class at UNH) toured her home in Amherst shortly after we got together. Such an incredible woman.

    1. That’s so cool, Lorraine! There are so many places in the area (like her home) I want to visit, but still haven’t. One of these days, I’ll have to put together an actual list, and start ticking them off. Oh, and thanks! 🙂

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