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An Ode to Fall

An Ode to Fall

An Ode to Fall

The leaves are turning, and there’s a nip in the air. With the arrival of fall comes the feeling of change: a gradual transition into winter and the close of another year.

Shorter days and longer nights, for us, means time for introspection and rest in between social markers of the season. Yet, like for many a poet, artist and photographer, it also brings bursts of new creative energy. In keeping, Moontide, our second collection, is a tribute to cycles that originate after dusk (we even made a playlist for dancing in the moonlight!) 

Here’s to the season – we hope you find resonance with the words and images below:

An Ode to Fall

Photo by Nirvair Singh Rai

 Snow would be the easy
way out—that softening
sky like a sigh of relief
at finally being allowed
to yield. No dice.
We stack twigs for burning
in glistening patches
but the rain won’t give.
So we wait, breeding
mood, making music
of decline. We sit down
in the smell of the past
and rise in a light
that is already leaving.
We ache in secret,
a gloomy line
or two of German.
When spring comes
we promise to act
the fool. Pour,
rain! Sail, wind,
with your cargo of zithers!
November For Beginners by Rita Dove
An Ode to Fall

  Photo by Samee Taskin

 I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox
and which
you were probably
for breakfast
Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold
-This Is Just To Say by William Carlos Williams
An Ode to Fall

  Photo by Yuko Yamaguchi

 Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;
Lengthen day and shorten day;
Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Fluttering from the autumn tree.
I shall smile when wreaths of snow
Blossom where the rose should grow;
I shall sing when night’s decay
Ushers in a drearier day.
-Fall, leaves, fall by Emily Brontë
An Ode to Fall

  Photo by Prarthna Singh

 One grand boulevard with trees
with one grand cafe in sun
with strong black coffee in very small cups.
One not necessarily very beautiful
man or woman who loves you.
One fine day.
-Recipe for Happiness by Lawrence Ferlinghetti
An Ode to Fall

   Photo by Janhavi Sharma

On a leafless branch
A crow comes to rest –
Autumn nightfall
-haiku by Basho
An Ode to Fall

Photo by Ashish Shah

I thought the earth remembered me,
she took me back so tenderly,
arranging her dark skirts, her pockets
full of lichens and seeds.
I slept as never before, a stone on the river bed,
nothing between me and the white fire of the stars
but my thoughts, and they floated light as moths
among the branches of the perfect trees.
All night I heard the small kingdoms
breathing around me, the insects,
and the birds who do their work in the darkness.
All night I rose and fell, as if in water,
grappling with a luminous doom. By morning
I had vanished at least a dozen times
into something better.
-Sleeping in the Forest by Mary Oliver
An Ode to Fall

 Photo by Simona Bonnano

moonless night
a pair of circling nightjars
feed on stars
-haiku by Rajiv Lather
 Feature image by Rema Chaudhary