Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Looking For Autumn in the Tropics

It seems that this year, once again, I won't make it to Vermont or New Hampshire, or even the Carolinas to see the leaves change color before they blanket the ground. There won't be the smell of woodsmoke in the air. And no apple-picking or fresh cider-tasting, either.

Having recently seen the movie "Bright Star" about the poet John Keats, I was a bit melancholy dreaming of  russets and golds and crisp air as I read his lovely poem:

       To Autumn
       Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness
       Close bosom friend of the maturing sun
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 But on my drive to work, I noticed a tree which is blooming a rust-colored flower, so I purposed to look for other autumn colors among our South Florida tropicalia.  My forty-five minute drive was pleasant enough, but everywhere I looked I saw green, green, green.

And then, over there, a deep purple-brown -- definitely this color would qualify. I walked over to snap it's photo. I peered low, and underneath was persimmon. There was poppy. And  there was gold.

     ...Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
     Thee sitting careless on a granary floor... 

It just was a matter of taking a closer look. 
Or seeking.
Or wanting to find.

1 comment:

  1. I love that poem. I have a copy of his original with all the crossed out notes. It is so lovely. I love your search for autumn. You are so right sometimes we just have to seek something and look at things a little differently to find it.