Tuesday, September 30, 2014

The Fall Equinox

With the arrival of fall, the Jewish New Year, and equal hours of night and day, much is in transition. I look forward to a restful time ahead, but know there is still so much left in the season to unfold. I think of sweaters and foliage in Vermont, where I grew up, and sometimes wish I could be back there this time of year…but then I remember that in Vermont September means frost and the end of the growing season, and I am grateful we still have sweet parsnips and beautiful radicchio yet to come, here in Philadephia!
And now…some poetry!
Autumn wins you best by this, its mute
Appeal to sympathy for its decay.
~Robert Browning
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run;
To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For Summer has o'er-brimmed their clammy cells.
~John Keats
Autumn's earliest frost had given
To the woods below
Hues of beauty, such as heaven
Lendeth to its bow;
And the soft breeze from the west
Scarcely broke their dreamy rest.
~John Greenleaf Whittier

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