I love Autumn: the colours and smells, yet it seems such a short season in comparison to the winter it leads into. We journey onwards to a time of year which can be both joyous and sad, and this year especially, uncertain. However, Malcolm Guite, author and poet encourages us to embrace the now and writes: ‘each day begins again the urge and calling to renew the rich connection, the covenant of word and world, to make, and then to walk, the airy bridge between our island minds.’
The following poem of his embraces these words.
And is it not enough
And is it not enough that every year
A richly laden autumn should unfold
And shimmer into being leaf by leaf,
It’s scattered ochres mirrored everywhere
In hints and glints of hidden red and gold
Threaded like memory through loss and grief,
When dusk descends, when branches are unveiled,
When roots reach deeper than our minds can feel
And ready us for winter with strange calm,
That I should see the inner tree revealed
And know its beauty as the bright leaves fall
And feel its truth within me as I am?
And is it not enough that I should walk
Through low November mist along the bank,
When scents of woodsmoke summon, in some long
And melancholy undertone, the talk
Of those old poets from whose works I drank
The heady wine of an autumnal song?
It is not yet enough. So I must try,
In my poor turn, to help you see it too,
As though these leaves could be as rich as those,
That red and gold might glimmer in your eye,
That autumn might unfold again in you.
Feeling with me what falling leaves disclose.
We journey on in faith, hope and, most importantly, love.
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