Recently I heard Pico Iyer’s podcast about his book “Autumn Light” which was quite inspiring as it is an ode to Autumn (aka Fall). Its an inward looking season when everything falls away. Yet its beauty is majestic with its bright maples, tickling air and blossom laden streets. Soon the trees will be just like bones shedding everything, keeping bare minimum as if prompting us to let go with a smile.

Autumn is also the month when I am gravitated towards poetry.

“Sling me under the sea; Puck me down in the salt and wet. No farmer’s plow shall touch my bones. No Hamlet hold my jaws and speak. How jokes are gone and empty is my mouth. Long green-eyed scavengers shall pick my eyes, Purple fish play hide and seek, And I shall be song of thunder, crash of sea, Down on the floors of salt and wet. Sling me .. under the sea. – Carl Sandburg ‘ Bones’.

In this abundant earth no doubt , Is little room for things worn out: Disdain them, break them, throw them by! And if before the days grew rough. We once were loved, us’d – well enough, I think we’ve far’d , my heart and I. – Elizabeth Barrett Browning, ‘My Heart And I’

The shorter days, longer nights, cool breeze, fireplace, coffee, soft jazz tunes, candles , books, hot food on the stove, memory of loved ones , detachment is so autumnal.

So here’s to my favorite time of the year, some images captured in the spirit of its somberness, crunchiness , earthy, enchanting zeal.