Autumn or Fall?

Autumn or fall?

It depends on how you look at it;

For some, it is used interchangeably.

For others, "fall", simply because it is easier to spell and quicker to say

But also

Because it is, after all,

The time when the leaves fall

And everything is new

A time to recharge

To get ready

To anticipate the rest of the year

Like an intermission

Before winter puts on its show once again.

Autumn is fancier

It sounds beautiful

Majestic

Like a magical time of year in transitioning and in reflection,

Which, essentially,

Is what this season is.

Fall is quick

It's a candle snuffed out when the first snowflake lands on your nose

It's leaves hurrying off their branches and changing color rapidly.

To me, fall is like the snap of your fingers;

Fast

And sharp

But beautiful all the same.

Autumn is crisp

It is warm apple cider

And leaf after leaf floating to the ground to make piles of orange and red and yellow

Golden

Like puddles of colorful sunlight

Autumn is transition

Like long cursive written by quill

Written precariously, perhaps

But elegant.

However you use it,

Autumn, or fall

Showcases the beauty on display

The color

The crisp, cool air

The chilly weather

The pumpkins

And Halloween decorations

And cheerful moods.

For me

Autumn or fall

Is reflection.

It's something

You use

To look back

And think

"Where was I this time last year?"

And marvel at how you've grown

And the mistakes you've made

And your regrets

And triumphs

Victories

Friendships

And goals for the future

And to celebrate

This incredible time

This incredible season

Where everything is golden

And appreciate it, fully,

And live in the moment,

Because before you know it

In the blink of an eye

Winter has reclaimed the year once again

Blanketing the colors and awe with snowy curtains.

Posted in response to the challenge Autumn '24: Writing.

QueenBee

VT

13 years old

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