Autumn Comes!

I am in disbelief. My last Post was about a month ago! Time flies, and with it comes the anticipated arrival of Autumn!

I love Autumn for all the reasons you love Autumn. Have you ever wondered; do people with “like minds”, really do have “like minds?”.

Can something so universally present such as the change of Season, really bind the essence of human kind?  I do think so.

And that question of being of “like minds” is really a question about how full would your life be, if you really could share all those things that mean so much to you, with that other person similarly “connected” to you.

Seasons of change, sets that stage to reflect and ponder. Introspectively, we all treasure those quiet moments alone. It’s time we set aside for our soul to really ask ourselves questions which grounds us; whether it is question about our life, our relationship with others, everything.

You love the seasons of change, as much as I do, and up  next, on September 22, we anxiously await the arrival of beautiful, soothing, Autumn!

But wait! WOT about Autumn?

Is the Season what we are to it, as it is to us?

Earth has been in existence far, far, far much longer than human kind! Our interaction with Earth is quite young and naive. Still.

The word, autumn, has its origin in OLD FRENCH! WOW! No wonder Autumn brings forth something earthy, ancient, almost romanticized to the origin of our own pre-dated existence. So we pre-date something that has been around longer than us.

So this gives us all the more reason to appreciate our relationship with Earth, and its seasons. What we take for granted, should at least center us on our own evolution.

From the Online Etymology Dictionary:

 “Autumn (n.) late 14c., autumpne (modern form from 16c.), from Old French autumpneautomne (13c.), from Latin autumnus (also auctumnus, perhaps influenced by auctus “increase”), which is of unknown origin. Perhaps from Etruscan, but Tucker suggests a meaning “drying-up season” and a root in *auq- (which would suggest the form in -c- was the original) and compares archaic English sere-month “August.


Harvest (n.) was the English name for the season until autumn began to displace it 16c. Astronomically, from the descending equinox to the winter solstice; in Britain, the season is popularly August through October; in U.S., September through November. Compare Italian autunno, Spanish otoño, Portuguese outono, all from the Latin word.

“Autumn’s names across the Indo-European languages leave no evidence that there ever was a common word for it as there likely was for the other three seasons. Many “autumn” words mean “end, end of summer,” or “harvest.” Compare Greek phthinoporon “waning of summer;” Lithuanian ruduo “autumn,” from rudas “reddish,” in reference to leaves; Old Irish fogamar, literally “under-winter’.”

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Description: Catch falling leaves for good luck

Origin: Pagan Europe, and Pre-Colombian North America.

Pagan Europeans and some native North American cultures revered the oak tree and its leaves as sacred. Opinions differ on the purported benefits that accrue from catching falling leaves, in autumn or on the first day of autumn: it may be that each leaf gives you a month of good luck in the following year, or it may be you will be free from colds for the duration of the winter. Another tradition holds that you must keep the caught leaves until new green buds appear on the trees in the spring.


Let us read the sentiments of others; as they reflect upon Autumn.


Poem Details | by Elaine George  
One Autumn Night

“Beneath a moonlight black velvet sky

Where scarlet leaves from the Maple fly On November’s wind and breathless sighs

And a lone coyote’s distant cry

You and me where hints of winter lie

Frost nipping our toes as autumn dies

I am warmed by the love in your eyes.”

Poem Details | by Connie Marcum Wong |  
One Special Yew

I want to merge with this old Yew, To travel through its rings of time. Back when it’s sprout had just begun Near Blarney’s river so sublime.

Where ivy climbs the castle walls, A quaint sized foot bridge leads to where, The old strong Yew still charms today As autumn chills with crisp clean air.

I felt compelled to climb it’s limbs To sit embraced by its sweet love. To its spirit, in whispered voice, I then professed the same thereof.

How strong that memory still keeps As other trees I’ve come to know Bless me with their cool umbrella, I see that Yew in vigil glow!”

© Connie Marcum Wong

Haiku: A Man’s Autumn by Gregg Matsushima.

The icy wind blows,

I squint to see distant past,

Leaves flash before me,

Memories of being in love;

The chill of loneliness stays.

My older sister just wrote: Thanks Ed!

In reply to your autumn thoughts……my haiku
Those sad eyes I see
Where do I find happiness
Search within your heart
Somewhere a soul shares your love
Journey to find it.