Write on Edge: Autumn Is Home

This week we asked you to use the weather, or a photo of an autumn day bursting with color, to inspire an autumnal memoir piece.

Word limit was 300.

Autumn is home.

After a gloomy spring followed by sweltering summer heat, when it is too rainy or too hot to go out, and the walls become like a vice, squeezing me from the inside out, I welcome autumn like a prodigal child that has been absent for years squandering her inheritance. When autumn arrives at my doorstep, I scoop her up in my arms, fiercely relieved, almost enraged at how long she has been away, but thankful she is here. I breathe in her familiar scent as it washes over me. I no longer sit glued to a window wondering and hoping as I look out. She liberates me.

I step into the cold, choppy air and watch purposeful winds that gently transform the trees. Crimson and amber swirl together making an exquisite rug at my feet wherever I walk outside. The sky aches blue and the sun only allows for wisps of clouds. There is stillness and electricity. I realize how famished I am for all of it. Maybe, I wonder, I’ve been the prodigal one. In some ways, I feel as if I’m the one that has been away, and finally come home, the way I drink in the light and colors in big, noisy gulps.

It’s a strange season – the transition to sleep and hibernation when Nature takes a Sabbath from her artistry. But, my eyes are drawn to the trees whose leaves are dying. They are the ones on fire.


[Photo from trip to Silver Bay, NY by Lake George in 2006]

Comments

  1. really lovely words :)

  2. “I scoop her up into my arms” I love this!

    • I’ve got 7 month old twins…so I’m imagining what that’s like when they’re big enough to run around so I have to chase and scoop.

  3. “I welcome autumn like a prodigal child that has been absent for years squandering her inheritance.”

    What a cheeky image – I love it, and I love how you followed up in the same vein :)

    Also “famished” was a key word choice – nicely done!

  4. Oh my- your poignancy? I love.

    Every word is well chosen, well placed here.

    This line especially, “I welcome autumn like a prodigal child that has been absent for years squandering her inheritance”- is gold.

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