C.W. Gusewelle

October 19, 2013 4:50 PM

Fleeting autumn renews the soul

Spring, I know, is considered by poets and gardeners to be the time of new beginnings. The greening of the land is a metaphor for rebirth, fresh starts. But for me, October has always been when everything is new. That has to do, I believe, with the cadences of boyhood and the remembered events that autumn once contained.

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