By Rosie Moore

It is that time of the year again. Nestled between the torrid days of summer and the icy days of winter is the  time to relax, enjoy, and be amazed by the riotous colors of the season. There is something about this season that makes one want to wax nostalgic and think about past autumns, ruminate on present autumn days and wonder about future autumn hours.

How fortunate we are to have changing weather season, football season, and cooler weather season in the lovely month of October.

Why does Fall/Autumn have two names. Autumn, a Latin word first appears in English in the 14th century. In the 17th century Fall came into use and meant the act of taking in crops. By the 19th century Fall became an “Americanism” primarily used in the U.S. and frowned upon by the British. It doesn’t matter what it’s called, it is the most beautiful time of the year.

I must include, my favorite autumn poem which is also a beautiful, haunting song, sung by many, but my favorite rendition is by Nat King Cole. I can’t let a year go by without including this:

Autumn Leaves

The falling leaves drift by the window

The autumn leaves of red and gold

I see your lips, the summer kisses

The sunburned hands I used to hold.

Since you went away the days grow long

And soon I’ll hear old winter’s song.

But I miss you most o all, my darling

When Autumn leaves start to fall.

I hope everyone has a happy Autumn!

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