All the Autumn Vibes…. | A Discussion Post About the Ethereal Thing That is Fall

Happy Pumpkin Time Everyone!!!

I don’t really write discussion posts on my blog but they are something I always wanted to try so why not start now? The inspiration came like a lightning bolt and before I knew it I was already typing this post out. As you guys are well aware my outlook is all about seeing the magic that life offers in everyday occurrences which births a lot of my poems and vignettes. Magic can be wonderful! But alas, it can also be terrible. So what I wanted to talk about today was all my favorite (and some not so favorite) things about fall. That season that comes and goes so quickly, so quickly.

Apple and Pumpkin Picking

The feeling I get from picking my own apples is unreal. I imagine I’m out in the country on my own farm and harvesting all the best, sweet juicy apples that I can’t wait to eat when I get home. Of course this all happens in my head, lol, as I’m climbing the trees and subtly not noticing the signs saying “DO NOT CLIMB THE TREES”. Oops.

Picking out the best pumpkins is also one of the nicest feelings in the world. I always pick out two. A big one I can carve and a little one I can keep on my desk all through winter.

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School Starting Again

September used to be my least favorite month out of the entire year. Growing up, I hated school. HATED it. And I honestly never hate anything. But school. I was super shy and super insecure and never wanted summer to end. (This is probably a big reason why summer is my favorite season overall.) So when Autumn rolled around so did my anxiety.

Now that I have been out of school though for a few years and working, I find I enjoy September more and more as the years go by. I haven’t completely shaken the negative feelings but maybe as more and more time goes by…

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Scarves and Sweaters and Boots, oh my!

I’m all about the summer sun and shorts and flip flops. No lie. But the change over to scarves and sweaters and boots just… makes me feel so safe and comforted! Since the weather is picking up too, it also makes me feel really warm which is a very GREAT feeling for someone who is usually cold.

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Winter’s Impending Arrival

I do appreciate the existence of every season. For there to be summer there has to be winter. I do not hate winter at all but I do tend to get a bit down during the darkest days of the year. Winter is not my least favorite season (spring is believe it or not) but the cold really does get to me. I can feel it in my bones and I never seem to get warm enough. But, I will admit there is no feeling quite like watching the first snowfall. As long as it’s just enough that I don’t have to shovel it in the morning, lol.

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Pie

This speaks for itself.

IT’S PIE SEASON Y’ALL. I am pro all kinds of pie. Please, yes, give it all to meeeeeeeeeee! My favorite though is blueberry crumb! The only downside to pie is that I wish I could EAT a whole one at once but alas then I would get severe indigestion, my dears, and that is no fun.

Halloween

There is nothing bad about this. All good vibes here. Halloween is just the epitome of MAGIC. The costumes, the candy, the tingle of something extraordinary in the air… Halloween is just indescribable and it makes me feel so alive whenever it rolls around. I just… I just love Halloween okay?

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I want to try to hold onto Autumn this year. It makes me feel a bit better about life in these weird times. We all need any little bit of happiness we can find. So I toast this post to Autumn. May your reign last long this year.

What are some of your favorite and not so favorite things about fall? Hopefully by talking about it we can all be more present in this ethereal season and make it last.

Till next time,

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“Ghost Story”

I saw two boys standing,
in the picture,
on the broken stair.
One with a frown,
and the other,
without a care.

The black haired one,
looking very serious
and quite proud,
held a book in his hand
his shoulders pitched forward
as if he had just bowed.

The lad with the smirk
and penny copper hair
all tousled about his face,
had his eyes far off
and looking away
as he stared into space.

It was taken
twenty three years ago
my mother told me.
When the world
was summer and
she and they played near the sea.


On Roan Island
where they lived,
there was a tale.
You see, the entrance
must be given one soul
to go beyond the veil.

My mother said
the boy made of copper,
brash and not coy,
had a timeless laugh
always heard at the wrong time
that sounded with no joy.

The dark haired one,
was forged of iron
and shadow smart.
His cracks were always witty
but they didn’t come
from his heart.

There was a game
they played
those nights by the sea.
“Something more
must be waiting
for our trio of three.”

One long summer,
when the ocean was storming
and the moon was bright,
one of them
disappeared
into the night.

He vanished,
like a light
in the dark.
The light of soul,
gone,
out like a spark.

“Never saw him again.”
My mother sighed,
her words slow.
“Other things I see now
ever since that night.”
and her voice was so low.

“What? What are you seeing
that I can’t?”
I asked shrewdly.
The picture crinkled
in my hand
the boys wrinkling crudely.

My mother stared straight
her eyes startled and wide
and looking right through me.
“I watch the dead now, sweetie,
for years they’ve come and go
creaking floors and spilling tea

they’ll never leave me alone.
By the sea we played
that stupid game.
Never the one soul
I wanted to see
but do I call his name. “

“Who?” I asked.
“Is it that you want to meet?”
She took the photo in hand
and looked down forlornly.
There was salt in her eyes,
and in her hair fell sand.

“One day the game
would catch up
I always knew.
The time to collect
the sin I owe,
proud and true.”

She pointed down
and I stared, then she said
only to me.
“Until now I never saw him
but now in this room
there are three.”