For Autumn, I weep. For Autumn, I mourn; for Autumn, I died and was then reborn.

For Autumn, I shed all of my pinks and replaced them with gold,

copper, orange, and lost bits of my soul.

For Autumn, I blushed and dropped my leaves, and saw the moon shining brightly between the tall trees

For Autumn, I smelled the air cold and crisp and peered down the trail of the feared will-o-wisp.

For Autumn, I heard the soft cry of the leaves as they lay tattered in the dirt and struggled to breathe

For Autumn, I've shed so many tears and tried to remember the past ten years.

For Autumn is a time of death as the Weary attempt to hold on in vain to their dying breath

For Autumn, I sleep and long to reawaken.

The sweetness of spring that has now been taken

For Autumn I

Mourn. For Autumn, I weep. For Autumn, I've given her all of my leaves.

For Autumn

Autumn

I walked outside this morning and felt the cold air. I must admit fall isn't my favorite time of year. I think the leaves are beautiful, but the chill in the air feels like grief. It sends a chill through me that is rather nagging. I may be overthinking it, but I love springtime most, and Autumn serves to remind me that it has succeeded in stealing spring away. I know spring will return, and all will be well, but it saddens me nonetheless.

It wasn't always like this. I used to love Autumn the most. I have memories stored away from warm apple pies and bright orange pumpkins being carved. I remember the smell of pumpkin pies being baked in the oven. I remember my mother's smile and her soft hands brushing lightly against my cheek as she placed my scarf around my neck. I remember us sitting together in our living room wrapped up in my grandmother's colorful quilt that she sewed for me, eating warm, freshly baked pumpkin seeds and laughing. That was when I loved autumn most. When it was carefree and fun, now it's a little more lonely and filled with lots more work.

Firewood has to be collected; chicken coops need repairing, gardens have to be cleared, rabbits need to be fattened, the food needs to be canned. It's a lot of hard work. But that's how we survive the winter, and we all do our part. I'm not the strongest here, so it's a little more challenging for me. But my brother John helps me a lot. I guess living off the land builds character. That's what Daddy Bill says. I hope I'm not ungrateful by saying that I miss having electric heat and grocery stores that supply the food.

We only recently were allowed to go to the library and use the wifi, and that was because the school insisted. Daddy Bill doesn't like it, though. But I guess it's a necessary evil, as Daddy Bill would say. Maybe that's another reason that I'm not a fan of Autumn, the fact that it's getting colder and our walks to the library and school are a little more tedious. I can't imagine what it will feel like in the Winter.

But I won't miss a day because I want to stay connected to you. Every day I check my mail and hope that you will write to me soon. I can't wait to hear from you, and I know we will have lots to talk about. I hope you are enjoying Autumn. I imagine you crunching about in the leaves bundled up warm and happy. The thought puts a smile on my face.

What is your favorite time of year? What's your favorite Autumn memory? I miss you so much, and I hope you know that I think about you often. Stay warm think good thoughts and know that everything comes in cycles. You have to get through the coldest parts in order to enjoy the warmth of the sun. The warm sun will be back soon I promise.

Dream

Isn't it strange to think about how Autumn is so beautiful when everything is dying?

~unknown