This year the autumnal equinox in the Northern Hemisphere is September 22. That will be the first day of fall for scientists, but for us who are poets, the first day of autumn is the first day of September. On the poet’s calendar, Winter is December, January and February; Spring is March, April and May; Summer is June, July, and August; and Autumn, the most glorious season of all, is the golden crown of the year; September, October and November.
I’m longing for a wreath of bittersweet to remind me of the lazy drives along the back roads of Knox County a couple decades ago, the taste of cider and a tart apple, the crunch of the leaves and the glory of Autumn color. I’ll be writing about it for at least a couple months before we turn our attention to Thanksgiving, the celebration of our Savior’s Birth, and a New Year.
