Autumn

It’s not Fall in the UK, it’s Autumn. And Autumn has been asserting its arrival in the UK long before yesterday’s equinox. Now there’s no pretending that it’s still summer. Even in the occasional sunny air there’s a new crispness. The light in the morning is different, brighter, and at the end of the day it recedes into shadow ever quicker. No doubt about it: the season is turning.

Yesterday for the equinox we read and wrote poems about Autumn, Fall, Harvest, whatever you want to call it. Here are two of Sam’s. She’s quite taken with falling leaves. She’s also clued into the reality that Autumn in the UK really means rain.

When Summer Dies

Have you ever seen the roses and poppies bloom?
That is when summer begins
When the summer sky melts away
It is beginning to get to autumn
But when it is still spring the butterflies fly around
When the sky begins to get dull
Autumn is beginning to start
Then a leaf came fluttering down
And a car whisked across the leaf
Then one by one the cars whisked across the leaf
Then Autumn struck them
And one by one the days passed.

One Autumn Day

One autumn day
A leaf came fluttering down
The very next day
Another leaf came fluttering down
Until the streets were filled with leaves.
But the next day after that
The leaves were all wet
Because it was raining.
But soon the rain stopped.
But on the fourth day
It began raining again
And the wind was as strong as ever.
Then they heard a crack and a boom
And the wind became stronger
And then the storm struck.