by | Apr 18, 2011 | Uncategorized | 4 comments

I’m watching and feeling the changeover. Nine days ago we were still basking in the late glow of autumn. The shadows fell warmly upon the wall and the tiles glowed. The air was still, and I rested in the illusion that this could last forever.

Now the southerly gales are blowing, leaves are scattering, and the light has turned pale. Late autumn is here, and with it, melancholy. My thoughts turn to endings, and loss. I always find it hard to say goodbye to the golden days.


  1. lifeonthecutoff

    How I recognize these feeling and thoughts, Juliet. Late autumn always brings to mind a poem by Robert Frost, Nothing Gold Can Stay.

    Nature’s first green is gold,
    Her hardest hue to hold.
    Her early leaf’s a flower;
    But only so an hour.
    Then leaf subsides to leaf.
    So Eden sank to grief,
    So dawn goes down to day.
    Nothing gold can stay.

  2. juliet

    Thank you for this beautiful poem Penny -it’s so apt. I was looking for a poem to go with this post, but without success. Now I have it.

  3. Anonymous

    After a week or so of spectacular autumn colours here in Central Otago where it’s felt like we’re living in nature’s jewel box, the latest southerly blast has told us winter is close at hand.
    The inward turning, and moments of grief, also seem harder in the years/calendars when Easter and April’s full moon come in the second half of the month + coincide with the approaching cold and storms. Juliet I hope you and your readers harbour well in these next weeks of change. Ruth P

  4. juliet

    Thank you Ruth; it’s good to hear from you in Central Otago. I love that phrase ‘nature’s jewel box’.


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