For friends of fall...

Autumn Evening by Ferdinand Hodler

Some regular readers may be tiring of my attention to the changing seasons but I've found at least kindred soul in Phil over at Blue Eyed Ennis.  Follow that link to her post, "Seasons and Changing Sensations" where, after her own reflection, she links to a fine essay in The Independent by Michael McCarthy, Autumn: Sad Season of Sensations.  I particularly liked this:
Of course, for some people autumn won't mean a thing other than the boring fact that it's not summer any more, and they might see it as merely an intense work or school interlude between the beach and Christmas, with longer nights and worsening weather; or maybe the time when the football season starts to get serious. 

But for anyone capable of looking up from their screen, for anyone in the slightest way alive to the rhythms of the natural world and its sights and sounds and smells, autumn has a peculiar personality of its own which is powerfully attractive.
(read the complete essay here)
McCarthy closes his piece with Gerard Manley Hopkins' beautiful poem, Spring and Fall. (There's a typo in the Independent's edition: on line 9 "now" should be "know.")
Spring and Fall

to a young child
Margaret, are you grieving
Over Goldengrove unleaving?
Leaves, like the things of man, you
With your fresh thoughts care for, can you?
Ah! as the heart grows older
It will come to such sights colder
By and by, nor spare a sigh
Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie;
And yet you will weep know why.
Now no matter, child, the name:
Sorrow’s springs are the same.
Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed
What heart heard of, ghost guessed:
It is the blight man was born for,
It is Margaret you mourn for.
(H/T to Phil for the painting above and for the link back to this page.)

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  1. oh, I am not tired at all of your attention and reflections to the changing seasons- no, not at all- in fact, they have helped me in ways that even I don't really understand, but I feel in my heart that they are good-
    I, admittedly, have never really been much of a fan of fall- I always liked summer- but, somehow, THIS fall is different.
    (and this past summer wasn't all that great)

    Changes... in seasons, in me, in a lot of things...

    changes are scary (to me), but somehow, in some way, (I pray) they also bring hope-- ?

    So, I guess this fall my heart is full of prayers for hope.

  2. I agree that I am not tired of you attention and reflection of the changing seasion. Michelle, I too am not a fan of change, but with the seasons there is a rhythm of life that brings comfort.
    May you find God's comfort.


  3. I am from another country where we only have the sun and rain,the dry and the wet for seasons. I always looked forward to a day I would see the colors of autumn, the falling of the leaves. I am not tired of your constant reflection on seasons.

    This year brought so much change in my life. My husband underwent surgery in the USA. We had to return to the USA for post surgery treatment this October and...ahh..autumn of my dreams was in my mind and i my heart. But more than dreams, faith and hope accompanied me through the labs and imaging tests..and every statement of the doctors brought hope..that healing and recovery will come. Many are the colors of autumn..many are the colors of hope!! Let the leaves fall..as we fall on our knees. The seasons are full of promise.


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