My Favorite Season

I'm sure you might have noticed, but I'm looking foward to the season of fall. : ) One of my favorite things is when the wind blows through the trees, and hundreds of yellow, orange, red and brown leaves freefall through the air. It has a magical beauty about it that brings joy to my soul. Last year, in the fall, I was able to go to the Sacred Grove with my sister-in-law, Ashley. The sky was a blanket of grey clouds and threatened us with rain, but the grove stood in magnificent splendor. I wish I had hugged one of the trees there. To think that one of those trees was present for the First Vision when God the Father and Jesus Christ appeared to Joseph Smith and I could've touched it!!
I think another reason I love fall is for its symbolism. You might not agree with my interpretation but this is what I think of: death, being brought down into the depths of humility, a weathered life full of battle scars and memories, wisdom in age and experience, beauty in character and uniqueness.

I want to include my favorite poem. I found it a long time ago in a New Era when I was a teenager. The imagery and the use of onomatopoeias is what I love most. It took me forever to find that word: onomatopoeia. If you're clueless about the word like I was, it is the use of words to imitate natural sounds. And I've always thought this poem had that ability. When I read it, I hear the sound of crunching leaves.

Autumn Afternoon

by D. Marisa Black

The thick foliage

crawled over the hills,

its coarse blanket

wrapping itself

around the thin shoulders

of Mother Nature,

this old widow,

weathered

painfully

like fallen leaves,

soon to be blown away

by a

crisp

November wind.

I hope you enjoyed it as much as I do. : )