A warm front barreled on through the last couple of days, but the acorns are falling and the leaves of the sassafras tree out front have begun to turn. Isnt sassafras one of the most delicious words ever?
Fall is my favorite season. The excitement of a new school year has always infused me, not just the couple of years I taught, but every year. The cool, crisp air rejuvenates the spirit after sultry summers. And it seems the perfect time to begin new things like the art business I mentioned last week, and the new monthly poetry post Ill begin on Janice Hardys blog for writers, THE OTHER SIDE OF THE STORY , this coming Thursday.
On the home front, we have high school homecoming and my daughters Family Weekend at college. Much to remember and celebrate. So my offering today is simply some timeless lines honoring the season. Theyre from a poem whose origin is a rather sentimental story in Boccaccios 14th Century Decameron (which I wont pretend to know much about). But theyre fitting for the season.
Excerpt from The Falcon of Ser Federigo
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The morrow was a bright September morn;
The earth was beautiful as if new-born;
There was that nameless splendor everywhere,
The wild exhileration in the air,
Which makes the passers in the city street
Congratulate each other as they meet.
Sending congratulations to all! Remember, it's good luck to catch a falling leaf. :0)May Autumn bring you harvests of inspiring words.
Also remember, tomorrow is the world-wide celebration of 100 Thousand Poets for Change.
The wonderful Marjorie at Paper Tigers has our Poetry Friday Roundup today. Go enjoy!