Greetings! I hope this last weekend of November is treating you well… Now that Thanksgiving is over, I am officially in Christmas mode (ok, who am I kidding, I’ve been playing Christmas music for nearly a month now :D). These grey days of November are simply begging for someone to deck their halls and peal the bells and start a celebration – and I am excited to do just that!
That being said, today I’m going to share a poem with you that is decidedly Autumnal. I figured I could just about squeeze it in since it isn’t quite December yet. Let’s pretend for just a minute that it is bright September with the leaves on the brink of turning brilliant, instead of morose November with soggy piles of leaves scattered across the land… 😀
The orchard was heavy with Jonagold and Honeycrisp
bursting from branches and piling
up on that sweet, sweet ground.
It was a blue and sleepy September, and
I remember wishing you would stay –
at least until the end of harvest…
until applesauce jars lined the shelves
and sated cider kegs dozed under the porch
until the evenings grew short
with bonfire smoke and silent frost
until I was ready to say goodbye
Instead, you left the next day
leaving me with a full orchard and empty shelves
and cinnamon tears
running down my pumpkin cheeks.
Are you welcoming the Christmas season with open arms, or are you reluctant to leave Fall behind? I’d love to hear your thoughts on this poem in the comments!