Autumn’s Reflections

Autumn - Forests

By Judy Berman


The Intruders’ Visit

Silent as ninjas, we slip into the woods

on a wide path that beckons thru the Blue Spruce.

A thick, emerald green carpet of moss conceals our footfalls.

Dead pine needles choke out plant life and cushion our path

along the desert floor.

Pine trees

Then, twigs betray us as they crunch under our feet

And herald our presence to the forest’s early warning system.

Birds flutter from their perch.

Their shrill chatter alerts every creature

That intruders are invading their turf.

Autumn - Indian Summer

A Fall Reverie

The late October day is too warm at mid-day

for my beige pullover and tan, green and white flannel shirt.

When the sun begins to sink,

a streak of violet and lavender is cast on the horizon.

A chill sets in and I button the loose shirt.

Autumn - Indian Summer - from a Canadian window

A stiff, steady breeze rushes thru

and shakes hundreds of gold, orange and crimson leaves free.

My reverie on our deck is cut short by

the frigid blanket that now envelopes me

and I escape to the crackling fire in our family room.

Main Photo: Autumn – Forests – taken by David Crocker on Oct. 24, 2004. Delamore Forest  and includes the bridleway into Norley village.

Photo: Pine trees –  taken by Jane023 on Sept. 29, 2013. House De Dennen, where Lies van Oven was living with her parents, still hidden by pine trees from the road.

Photo: Autumn – Indian Summer – taken by Peter Rufi on Oct. 18, 2005.

Photo: Autumn – Indian Summer – from a Canadian window – taken by SteGrifo27 on Oct. 18, 2014

Music video: “Autumn Leaves” by Frank Sinatra   

Do you dread autumn as it signals the inevitable approach of winter? Or, do you savor its lingering reminders of summer? What are your thoughts?

  1. Everyone is talking about autumn today! 🙂
    I think early fall is beautiful. I love the clear, sunny skies, and the cooler evening temperatures. Then the leaves begin to turn, and it’s spectacular. BUT, I don’t like the shorter days, the cold, and the dreary grey skies as autumn journeys on to winter.

  2. I loved this, Judy! After enduring a long hot and humid summer, I do enjoy when autumn settles in and the nights are cool, the mornings crisp. That said, I know winter is around the corner and I just want to skip to spring.

  3. I admire this lovely autumnal reverie knowing that you are experiencing a sustained Indian Summer in Melboure, FL as I am in Jacksonville. There is no “frigid blanket” for me yet, only the anticipation of a delicious fall with no air-conditioning – and a few leaves of russet in December.

    Fall is my favorite season, and I do not wish to skip to spring.

    1. That’s a lovely way of putting it, Marian, about our seemingly never-changing weather here in Melbourne, Florida. Yes, my reverie is nostalgic. The closest we come to a “frigid blanket” here is some cooler weather in January or February. I might even have to wear gloves. 😉

  4. After the gorgeous pictures and writing, I didn’t think it could get any better, Judy. Now, after hearing Frank Sinatra sing “Autumn Leaves” again and again, I am amazed by the total picture you’ve created. So warm, colorful, and inspiring. Well done, Judy. Thank you.

  5. I used to dread it Judy, but now I enjoy it until winter comes. Actually I even enjoy winter until January or so when I’m sick of it. Beautiful photos and revelries. ❤
    Diana xo

  6. lovely poem and pictures. the imagery is wonderful. i love autumn, it’s my favorite season by far, though i do love the four of them –

  7. Did you write the poetry ? It’s so good . Autumn has always been my favourite time of year without doubt. I’m a foodie so out come the cookery books , slow ,slow ,slow, casseroles ,stews, apple crumbles, jacket potatoes , toffee apples , log fires etc love it .
    I love all the seasons as they arrive . Although I am not a huge Christmas person , too stressy. Love the theme now going over to Frank , so do not disturb . Can you ever have too much of Frank …I don’t think so .

    1. Thanks, Cherry. I did write the poetry. Glad you liked it. There is something about the cooler weather that brings out the slow cooking, etc. I’m sure Frank enjoyed your company. His music is always good for the soul. 😉

  8. I didn’t write an autumn poem this year, but you wrote two! How lovely, to take us on your autumn walk with some poetry – can’t think of a better way, loved reading those! And twigs will always betray silent walkers in woods, good way to describe that. Love your images too, something very comforting about the thought of walks in golden leaves and maybe a delicious warm drink or food waiting to enjoy when we get home. 🙂 Autumn seems to inspire a terrific amount of poetry, not sure why.

    I don’t mind autumn at all, in fact, I like all of the seasons. The only thing I don’t like is when the winter is exceptionally freezing or the summer overly humid and it all goes on too long. That’s only thing that gets me down about the seasons. I like a perfect balance.

    I do love Frank’s Autumn Leaves, one of his favourites for me! 🙂

    1. Thank you, Suzy. I’m glad you liked my poems. There’s something about each of the seasons that I really love.

      Frank Sinatra’s “Autumn Leaves” is beautiful. Glad you like it. 😉

  9. Lovely poem-reflections, my dear Judy! You’re a regular Roberta Frostbite, and you may stop by my woods on a non-snowy autumn day anytime!

    Great photos, too– is that the regular woodsy circuit you walk, circling around and back to your house? Everybody needs trails like that, IMHO– they soothe the soul in a most essential way.

    Count me among the savorers of fall. I’m not that big a summer fan, tho we’ve had an absolutely gorgeous one here in New Hampshuh this year. Fall, I love, and Indian Summer especially, when the dry heat comes back for a spell after the first frost. Thanks for sharing, your words are like cider and donuts in front of a woodstove!! : )

    1. Thank you, Mark. Roberta Frostbite – hysterical. I might steal that moniker.

      The photos are all from wikimedia. But that house in the woods was very much like walking around our friend’s property in Central New York. That setting inspired my poem. The walk was lovely and calming.

      I do miss the four seasons. Like you, I’m also not a fan of the heat. I love cool weather. I love your comparison of my words to cider and donuts in front of a woodstove. Priceless. 😉

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