‘A wind has blown the rain away and blown the sky away and all the leaves away, and the trees stand. I think I too have known autumn too long’
I can say with some legitimacy that E.E Cummings is one of the handful of men who have my heart. His poetry is one of my favourite things.
Autumn is up there on my list of favourite things too. There is a sort of cleansing feeling about this season. I think it’s the leaves changing from the familiar greens they have been for months in what feels like an abrupt moment and burst of colour before promptly falling from the sky. Like the earth is taking a deep exhale before it goes in to a state of rest.
That’s the more ethereal reason for Autumn having my attention. The others being because this season means I get to practice all my other loves too. One being woolly jumpers, another being crisp walks with Ruby the dog and the rest of the family plus rosy cheeks and welly boots. What follows the seasons' outdoor adventure is always good too- cosying up on the sofa in front of the fire and if you are lucky (and your windy walk fell on a Sunday), Yorkshire puddings.