“Autumn is the season that lures and leads our senses back to nature, where our souls surrender to its magic. Our sense of wonder is overwhelmed by the quiet beauty of migrating monarchs and the brilliant foliage that turns Oklahoma into a canvas of colors,” writes my friend, Marti McClure, a gifted writer and poet and a gentle, beautiful lady.
She wrote to me about how she experiences autumn through her senses.
Here are some of her words.
She says we “feel” autumn:
A sharp chill from the north sends a two-way message for the green and growing to slow down and rest.
For humans, it is a call to awaken and prepare for the splendor of the season.
We “touch” this season:
We carry home pumpkins, gourds, bales of hay and mums to decorate our yards and porches.
We guide small hands in the carving of the jack-o-lanterns.
We “smell and taste” this season:
Kitchens hold the smell of apples, sweet potatoes, pumpkins and pears and the bold spices of autumn.
A visit to the farmers' market brings you to large barrel-like roasters slowly turning the peanuts to a golden, crunchy brown.
We “hear” this season:
Trick-or-Treat from the voices of children scampering through neighborhoods.
High honking of migrating geese.
The sound of falling leaves.
She believes autumn is meant to bring us to a sudden stop from summer and is a signal to the mind and feet to change gears as we take a break from yards and gardens.
Marti suggests, “Leave the city and go on a walk in the woods, pick out a tree, sit close to it and count the leaves as they fall.”
For myself, autumn reminds me of the cycle of life — a beginning, middle and end.
While the end of life may hold sadness for us, I remember a line from a poem that one of my daughters wrote in elementary school: “God makes even the dying time of the world beautiful.”
And so it is.
Charlotte Lankard is a licensed marriage and family therapist in private practice. Email her at email@example.com.