Today, September 22, 2016 is the first day of Autumn, or the Autumnal Equinox, or if you prefer, the Fall Equinox. In recognition of this, here are a few poems about autumn.
No. 12
The morns are meeker than they were --
The nuts are getting brown --
The berry's cheek is plumper --
The Rose is out of town.
The Maple wears a gayer scarf --
The field a scarlet gown --
Lest I should be old fashioned
I'll put a trinket on.
-- Emily Dickinson --
from The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson
With the moon-rising .. .
Leaf after leaf after leaf
Falls fluttering down
-- Shiki --
from Cherry-Blossoms: Japanese Haiku Series III
tran. not given
The mountain grows darker,
Taking the scarlet
From the autumn leaves.
-- Buson --
from Silent Flowers
trans R. H. Blyth
Clear autumn sky
One pine tree
Soaring on the ridge.
-- Soseki --
from Zen Haiku
Trans and edited by Soiku Shigematsu
Song at the Beginning of Autumn
Now watch this autumn that arrives
In smells. All looks like summer still;
Colours are quite unchanged, the air
On green and white serenely thrives.
Heavy the trees with growth and full
The fields. Flowers flourish everywhere.
Proust who collected time within
A child's cake would understand
The ambiguity of this--
Summer still raging while a thin
column of smoke stirs from the land
Proving that autumn gropes for us.
But every season is a kind
Of rich nostalgia. We give names--
Autumn and summer, winter, spring--
As though to unfasten from the mind
Our moods and give them outward forms.
We want the certain, solid thing
But I am carried back against
My will into a childhood where
Autumn is bonfires, marbles. smoke;
I lean against my window fenced
From evocations in the air.
When I said autumn, autumn broke.
-- Elizabeth Jennings --
from Collected Poems
When I think of autumn, I do not think of autumn in Tucson, where I've lived for over 45 years. Instead, I think of autumn in Chicago, where I grew up.